Page 32 of Happy Krampus Xmas & the Meet Not Cute
I thought the bitch was a mean one. Especially after Rami found a file on her laptop with a list of all the children she’s kidnapped and sold, and another one of her clients. And let me tell you, they are both too long.
Instead, she’s just a typical evil twat, cold-hearted and ruthless in deciding innocent kids’ fates, while wailing like a baby when it’s her turn.
I slide both my index and middle fingers between my lips and blow out a whistle. A high-pitched, warbling sound pierces the air, silencing the maggot.
“No one wants to hear your rumbling, psycho speech, so shut up and listen, fleabag!” I hiss at her. “I thought about making a nice filet out of you. The secret for a good, tender one is thepoundingpart.” I move toward the bat hanging from the ceiling and brush my fingers over the rounded wooden edge. I hear her sharp gasp, and that’s another sound I’ll dream about tonight—stiffening a tad under the sheets, too. Kinky, I know.
“You are…” she starts saying, but I gag her again since she can’t follow the simplest command.
“I will tenderize you, and maybe let the bros have a go at you, as well. You see, they hate people who hurt children.” I hear growls and snarls coming from behind the glass wall. “But first, you see,I need to appease my demon. I promised him a sacrifice.” I let the word float into the air for a while as I grab the tattoo gun from the small table. “That honor belongs to you. I just need to be sure the other demons know that without a doubt when you drop your tushy in hell.”
The maggot is mumbling something behind the gag. Her face is bruised from the umbrella blow, and I sheared off her bangs while she was out. I was bored, surrounded by sharp tools, with a human-sized Barbie right in front of me. Fucking up her hair was only natural.
Wednesday/Krampus is near my feet now, and she/he seems to want to…watch.
I lift them up and place them on the chair, to give them a front-row seat to what I’m doing.
Am I crackers? I can debate that. Tolerant and acquiescent are words that better encapsulate my essence. Sometimes things don’t have a clear explanation. They just need to be accepted as they are. And I’m fine with it.
Right now, I’m taking a page from Uri’s torture book. Although carving is not really my thing. So I veered toward something more artistic. Ash gave me an old tattoo gun of his—which I’ll have to pay for in some embarrassing way. I’m using the thickest needle—that I might have washed in toilet water. No health concerns here whatsoever.
“Now stay still…or not. Actually, please don’t, much more fun if you move.” I chuckle, enjoying the horror forming on her face. I turn the gun on, the buzzing sound fills the room. The maggot’s eyes widen and sweat starts rolling down her face as I lean toward her forehead.
“Can someone tell me how to spell Krampus’s bitch?” I ask the bros, just to fuck with the maggot. And she buys it splendidly with a loud muffled scream and a frantic shake of her head. I feel bloody euphoric.
Gabe’s rare, hot, raspy laugh from the other side of the glass wall steals all my attention for three beats of my heart. I love that man.
“Who fucking cares? Disfigure the fucker, Little Wasp.” Bez snorts at the donor’s frightened whimper.
Love both men so bloody much.
Now, let’s push aside all this mushy thinking and focus on Krampus’s sacrifice.
I smile. Wednesday seems to lean toward me to get a better look as I utter, “This will hurt…so fucking much.”
The wait was worth it. Best initiation ever.
epilogue
K Day
“It’s called an in-verbal communication,” I tell Gabe.
“You meannon-verbal communication,” he points out. Now I know why Bez hates when Gabe corrects him.
I wrinkle my nose in distaste. “You’re being arrogant and haughty again.”
“And you’re spending too much time with Bez, your English is getting atrocious!”
“Atrocious? Are you jealous of Bez again? I still literally have cum leaking out of me after I gave your cock another out-of-this-world ride it’ll never forget,” I state.
We are sitting on the sofa in the living room. I’m butt naked, while he’s only wearing a shirt open on his chest.
“I’m not jealous,” he deadpans, trying to fix the Korean collar of his black shirt for some bloody reason. Tough luck, I wrinkled itwith my hands when I was impaling myself on his long shaft. I’m actually still impaled on it.
And yes, he is jealous.“Yes, you are.” I lace my hands behind his neck. “I need to double my efforts to prove you wrong, then.” My voice has turned sultry. Though, not enough it seems.
“Lori, let’s focus.”
