Page 64 of Breaking Sanity
“Oh my precious cat, we have barely begun the day.” I lick the tears that have coated her right cheek.
For about a week, she was strapped to my surgeon table and only allowed her off it for bathroom breaks and to spray her down after each session. Then last week I took a blow torch to the sole of her foot. I got lost in the events that transpired with Alley Cat, that I wasn’t paying attention to how close the torch was to her skin that it melted off. I onlyrealized after she had passed out and her beautiful hysterical symphony had stopped. I bandaged it up and waited for her to wake up so I could do it to the other foot.
What? They needed to match.
Now, the majority of her lower body is covered in burns to get rid of the tattoos that cover her skin to make her my own little crispy masterpiece. Right now, she is suspended from the ceiling by meat hooks. I needed to make sure I burned every tattoo off her body and she has a lot.
“I’m sorry,” she starts to scream as I put the hot iron to her pelvic bone.
“See Laney.” I start to remove the iron only to place it on the only untouched piece of flesh on her inner thigh. “I don’t fucking believe you!”
Once I remove it, her wails have turned to an nauseating high pitch scream that has ruined my favorite song. A quick blow to the head fixes that problem and her head hangs. Silence has filled the room along with the aroma of burned flesh.
My cock is so painfully hard I need to alleviate the pressure. I slip my pants and boxers down to let my dickspring free. Removing my gloves, I grip my cock pulling from base to head. I swipe my leaking precum from my tip to lubricate my shaft as my mind goes back to my first interaction with Alley Cat.
One week ago
“Wake up kitty cats, it’s breakfast time,” I announce, walking into Annie and Alley’s room.
Alley steps out from the ensuite bathroom and narrows her eyes, while Annie lays on her side and shakes.
Annie and I have only had a few interactions, mostly when she was being punished by Vaughn. I was the one who set Michelle on fire and fucked Annie after my brothers left, without Vaughn’s permission, but I couldn’t contain myself. Something about the scent of burnt flesh mixed with the screams gets me going. Then the day he interrogated her about the murder attempt, I was there and fucked her after he left before they took her to medical. Needless to say, I scare her.
“Carson,” Alley snaps at me when I go to drag Annie out of bed. “Do not fucking touch her.”
“Unless you want to go back to solitary, I would suggest keeping that mouth of yours shut,” I bite back.
“Not happening in this lifetime,” she scoffs. “And as for going back to solitary, that is not your decision. Last I checked your bottom of the totem pole, asshole.”
I abandon grabbing Annie and invade Alley’s space, but she doesn’t cower. She lifts her chin and closes the space left between us. She isn’t wrong that I am the lowest on the authority pole but that doesn’t mean she can disrespect me. I go to backhand her but she catches my wrist right before I make contact.
“You will never fucking touch me Carson,” she grits, releasing my wrist and shoving me back.
“We’ll see about that, Alley Cat,” I smirk.
She is probably right because she is Gunner and Baron’s. Those two are rather possessive, especially Baron. Plus, she already has his initials carved into her skin and it’s only a matter of time until Gunner does the same. Gunner is getting too possessive of the witch though and one of them needs to put an end to that before I do. He can’t love her. That is reserved for us and only us.
It’s still unfair that I don’t even get to touch her as she is under lock and key. I would love to watch her pale flesh bubble as the flames torch her skin. And to hear my name on her lips while she screamed in pain would be a symphony.
Not sure who really kicked off my hatred for women, but Baron likes to tell me that I torture them beyond the point of recognition as my way of releasing the pent of anger. His psychobabble bullshit is probably true, but I don’t give a shit. I do know I refer to them as cats because of Melinda.
Cats were her favorite animals, and she had five of them. She would tell me that she loved me more than them, but I don’t think that is true. I killed one of them, not by accident, when I turned 10 and her love for me changed. She no longer came to my room at night. After that, I slaughtered the rest but made it up to her by being her eyes and ears.
“I can guarantee that.” She smiles. “The closest you will get to touching me, is in your dreams.”
She hits me with her shoulder as she passes, and helps Annie out of bed. When Annie is standing and walking on her own, I pick her up and throw her out into the hall. Her gargled cry brings a smile to my face. I hear a crash behind me, turning around I see Alley launching herself off the bed headed straight towards me. It happens so fast that by the time I can react, she is already on top of me punching my face.
“Don’t. Put. Your. Hands. On. Her,” She shouts.
Her final blow to my face causes my nose to break. Unfortunately, before I can throw her off and do the same, she is being yanked off me. I sit up to see her flailing body being restrained by Nik.Getting to my feet, I pull an unexpecting Eve from the hallway. She is trying to help Annie up, but I throw Eve on Alley’s bed.
“Keep this in mind, witch,” I say, flipping Eve on her stomach, ripping off her leggings in the process. “You may be off limits, but your little friends are not.”
I start to roughly fuck Eve. She is dry as the Sahara and it feels like fucking sandpaper, but I need to prove a point. Eve screams and begs trying to push me off. I just pin her arms to her back and start to thrust faster. Alley has stopped struggling and is just glaring at me, nostrils flaring. That is enough to send me over the edge.
“Carson,” she says, while I am tucking myself back in and Eve collides to the floor crying.
“Yes?”
