“Fuck your beans,” the voice repeated and that was when I knew where it came from. It was me that was speaking them, only, it was my mouth speaking the words, not my will. It wasn’t me, now pushed aside with relative ease as Loui took control. There was an impossibly strong force that took control, a hand firmly gripped around my consciousness and holding me at the edges of my mind. I heard Eddie yelp briefly, but that was the only sign he was still there.
Loui pulled the fat bitch towards him with such speed and strength that at first, she simply fell towards us with little resistance. There was a look of shock on her face but I doubt she really understood what was happening. I’m sure she’d been pulled onto that mattress many times before, probably so whoever was doing the pulling, could use this bitch’s cunt for something.
But Loui had no intention of using her cunt. She fell onto the bed with a mighty crash, the bedframe slamming into the wall. The springs bounced up and down once and Loui used the upward motion to fling us on top of her.
As we fell back down, I had time to see her eyes change from surprise to shock as Loui held our face a couple of inches from hers and stared into her eyes.
“Like teeth, bitch?” he asked in a low growl. Greta Buttigieg, who’d been servicing the men of Cider Hill for the better part of 20 years, had just enough time to register the question before the horror was unleashed on her.
While I thought I did alright using my teeth on Royce, Loui made that look like a child learning to eat for the first time. Greta had barely enough time to register the threat for what it was, before Loui bent down, clamped our teeth onto her neck and tore a huge chunk of flesh from her throat, the blood instantly spurting up like a freshly-dug water bore.
Her scream was cut off before it had a chance to take flight, the thick gurgling replacing her terror. She began to fight, her arms swinging wildly about, desperate to break free from Loui’s grip. But the second bite seemed to slow her some, her fighting beginning to fall away. Each bite resulted in more flesh being torn away, which Loui spat back into her face.
“Like to bite, you fucken cunt?” he growled, her eyes now filed with horror, realization and drops of her own blood. And then, as if to end her as quickly as he began, Loui slid one hand under her neck, pushed her head back with the other and clamped down on the exposed throat that looked back, blood gushing from the huge hole already there.
He lunged down, biting and tearing with a feverish hunger, her thrusting arms relaxing with every bite. He continued to bite, tear, bite, tear, each time spitting the flesh out and continuing to attack her. He sat up briefly at one point, ripped at her dress and exposed her saggy tits. Loui grabbed one, lifted it high in a tight grip and bit into the top. I felt the nipple in my mouth for a brief second before he spat it back at her now dead face, her eyes blank with the death gaze I would eventually see on so many faces to come.
Loui finally stopped, sitting upright and checking his handiwork. Before I had a chance to say or do anything, he simply released his hold over us and began to return to the darkness of my mind.
“I think she got the message,” he whispered as he finally disappeared. I sat there for a few minutes, unable to move as I tried to take in what just happened. Eddie came forward a little when he was sure Loui was gone and began to cheer quietly.
“Holy shit, Harry, who the hell was that? Look at what he did. He made that bitch pay. Can you believe it?” I tried to answer, but was too dumbfounded. What scared me was the ease with which Loui was able to push me aside and take over. It was barely a nudge, and I never felt him coming. Just BAM and I was cast aside.
“Yeah, I saw, Ed,” I said, already wishing for Loui’s return. “I saw.”
4.
Do I need to point out that getting out of there was now a priority for me, James? There was a body that had been torn to pieces, the killer safely hiding in the furthest shadows of my mind. If I was caught anywhere near that building when she was found, it would be me that would be locked up for it, despite being innocent of the crime.
For Royce, I would have happily put my hand up, that fucker deserving everything that came for him. He, I gladly ended, no denying it. But while I did hold animosity to the bitch that tore off my dick with her teeth, I’d been too shocked to totally commit to an action plan. I was still trying to figure out what the hell had happened to even think about revenge, despite sitting in that room for a day or two. I was scared. Terrified in fact.
But Loui hadn’t been affected the way I had. He’d taken the threat to us and tore it a new arsehole. Without so much as a single hint to what he was about to do, Loui had straight-armed Eddie and I out of the way, taken control of our body and fixed things the only way he knew how.
As I stood looking at the dead body, lying on the bed with a couple of flies already sampling her tasty blood, Loui called out from the shadows.
“I’m not done yet, lads. That fat prick is next and don’t think it ain’t happening. He’s going to pay for everything he ever did to us. You hear me?” He didn’t bother waiting
