Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Yeah, Tabitha was next. I was seething as I stared at him.
“How was she punished?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Closet in the basement. Mom locked her in there. Would tie her hands up and gag her, then leave her there for days at a time. She’d …” He swallowed and closed his eyes. “She’d end up using the bathroom on herself.”
I walked over and grabbed a metal pole we used for beating, picked it up, and roared as I began to hit the wall over and over again. I had to do something, or I was going to combust. That fucker had to stay alive long enough for me to get it all out of him, but I wasn’t sure I could handle it. Dropping the pole, I stalked back over to him. Inches from his blood and snot-covered face.
“What else?”
“Mom said she had demons in her, and that was why she had big boobs at eleven. She started her period early, too, and Mom was convinced that was a sign of the Devil. Then, at thirteen—” He stopped. “Look, I didn’t live there. I was eight years older than her. We never lived in the house together. Mom married her dad the summer I went off to college. I just visited on holidays.”
I held the knife to his ear. “But it wasn’t your mother she ran from tonight.”
“Please, no. Please,” he sobbed. “You’re gonna kill me either way,” he moaned.
I nodded. “Fuck yeah, I am. But you can die quickly, or we can prolong it. I can take you one small slice at a time until you bleed out. Pieces are easier to dispose of.”
“Oh God,” he cried out.
“God doesn’t give a fuck about you,” I spit at him. “Tell me what you did, or I’ll take this ear.”
“Probably a better look for him. He’s got fucked up ears,” Gage said from behind me.
Roy let out a strangled moan. “I was twenty-one and horny. Her body was developed for thirteen. More than most girls I knew. Mom kept her locked away when I was there, but when she would leave …” He closed his eyes. “Just go ahead and kill me.”
“I know you didn’t rape her because my dick took her virginity. What did you do?”
It took every ounce of control I had not to reach up and just break his fucking neck. She had been thirteen, and he’d used the word horny. Fucking hell!
I heard Gage whisper, “Fuck,” under his breath.
I hadn’t told them about her being a virgin. It wasn’t their damn business. But I wanted them to know. I had taken that pussy, and it was mine now.
“When Mom left, I’d wait until she snuck out of her room to get something to eat. Then, I’d corner her and force her to take off the bandage wrap Mom kept wrapped around her boobs so I could see them.”
“HOW did you make her?”
He swallowed hard, and blood from the cut under his chin ran down his neck. “I pushed her down.” He paused. “Kicked her,” he groaned, “until she was hurt and couldn’t move.”
My entire body was shaking. I had to get this out of him before I unleashed the fury burning through my chest.
“You knocked her unconscious?”
He sobbed. “No. I … I just kicked her. Cracked her ribs, bruised her, knocked the breath out of her.” He cried out even though I hadn’t touched him.
“And?” I bit out, not sure I could handle any more.
“I … I … was horny. She had … her boobs were big. I was a kid.”
I took a step toward him, and he let out a wail.
“I masturbated on her!” he shouted. “I would shoot it on her boobs and sometimes her face. Once, I opened her mouth, and … I’d never seen boobs like hers. I was just a ki—”
The knife slit his throat, and I watched as blood gurgled out of his mouth. His eyes went wide as he choked on his own blood. The life went out of his eyes.
Then, I threw my head back and yelled at the top of my lungs while rage pounded in my veins.
I’d killed the fucker without thinking. I wanted him to suffer more. But I snapped. The image in my head of my Trinity hurt and unable to fucking move while that sick son of a bitch masturbated on her was too much. I’d wanted it to end. Him to fucking stop. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“I wanted a slice at him,” Gage sighed. “Sick fucker. I hope there’s a hell he can burn in.”
Twenty- Nine
Trinity
Huck’s warm body was behind me when I opened my eyes. His arm was around my waist, and the smell of spice surrounded me. I inhaled deeply and snuggled closer. Closing my eyes again, I started to relax when they snapped back open. I had to make breakfast. I’d slept so hard that I had no idea what time it was. Huck was still asleep, so that was a good sign. My internal clock was pretty accurate.