Personally, I love a knife. You can carve up a body slowly without them dying as long as you don’t cut a main artery. Too easy though. An idea pops in my head. I want this dickhead to suffer and I’m still pissed off at my childish, wife for trying to kill me so I’m going to take my anger out on him.
“Help me carry him to the table.” I tell Aiden. We both slowly untie his hands and feet. I grab his hands and Aiden grabs his feet and we both walk to the back of the dungeon. Aiden straps the leather belt across his legs, and I cuff his arms to the metal table.
“Grab the saw,” I say. Aiden grabs the electric saw from the closet, plugs it into the wall. His eyes light up like fireworks as he grabs the saw. I grab the other one and plug it up to the outlet.
“You’re going to tell me where Cashel is or we’re going to cut off all your limbs.
“I don’t know.” His voice is weak.
“Suit your fucking self.” I put on a pair of goggles and a face mask, then a full on clear plastic suit. Aiden does the same as I hit the on button and the sound of the saw blares to life. Aiden and I begin to slice through his arms. I feel his bones vibrating as the saw cuts through his flesh. The sound of the saw drowns out his screams. Blood squirts all over my suit. I’ve never cut a person in half, and the feel of his warm blood everywhere, it’s like porn to me. Satisfying, but not enough.
I hit the off button. The hitman’s face turns white as snow and his lips turn purple.
“Again, where is Cashel?”
His eyes roll to the back of his head and he’s losing a lot of blood.
“M-Matteo Rizzo.” His voice is hoarse.
“Why would he know where he is?”
I cock my brow. Matteo is my cousin. He was exiled from the famiglia because his Nonno killed mine. So, Draco killed his whole famiglia.
“He buys drugs from him.”
“I’ll pay him a visit,” I say.
“Are you sure?” Aiden asks.
I nod. “He’ll talk to me.”
“If you say so.”
Aiden hasn’t been fond of trying to make things work between Matteo.
“Let’s cut up the rest of the body, then dump it on the Irish territory.”
I click the saw back on, cutting off his head. It falls to the floor and I pick it up, resting it next to his body. Once we finish sawing his body in half, we wrap it in plastic.
I received a call from my maid saying Roselyn didn’t eat her meals so I’m going to check on her.
Removing the plastic body suit, I toss it in the trash.
“Get Charlotte to clean the blood up. I have some business to take care of.”
“Get up, now,” I say to Roselyn as she lies on the cot. Every time I think about how she tried to kill me on our wedding night, it makes my blood fucking boil. Today, I’m in a bad fucking mood and if she says anything smart, I’m going to back hand her. She stands up, keeps her head bowed, and she is still as a statue. I grit my teeth as I grab her by the arm, shoving her out of the glass cell. Digging my nails into her ivory skin, she whimpers like a dog.
“Please, stop, don’t kill me. I promise I won’t betray you ever again.”
I dig my nails into her flesh harder and tears trail down her cheek. My balls feel heavy and my dick aches against the cotton fabric of my black pants. I want to bend her over and feel how tight her virgin pussy is. Having her virtue in tack is a major turn on to me. I’m the only man who gets to use and abuse her pussy. I drag her into the master bedroom then into the bathroom.
I point to the tub.
“Get in the shower.”
She removes her clothes tossing to the white tiles as she steps into the stand-up shower. With one hand covering her breasts, she uses her other to squeeze the soap into the thick washcloth.
She keeps her head bowed as she scrubs her body. Water sprays on the tiles, getting my expensive loafers wet. Shaking my head, I keep my eyes trained on the dip of her back, a place I want to kiss. She wipes her pussy, and right now, I’m jealous of a damn washcloth. I stare at her small pink nipples and I want to suck on them, and I want to titty fuck her. Her stomach is flat, and she has a tattoo of the lyrics to “I Want to Fly Away,” by Lenny Kravitz. The water streams the glass doors and she stands under the shower head, washing away the fruity smell of soap and the water glistening her supple, soft skin.
Her hands tremble as she gets out the shower and I yank a black cotton towel from the brown cabinet, patting her down.
My new shiny toy is going to learn not to ever betray me ever again.
“T-thank you.” Her small teeth chatter.
I bend down and whisper, “Don’t thank me yet.”
Her eyes widen in horror. My dick aches so bad, I might cum in my fucking pants.
We head to the bedroom and she reaches for the clean clothes and I grab her tiny wrist.
“Lie down on the bed.” My mouth waters at the thought of eating her pink pussy.
“What?”
“Did I fucking stutter?”
“D-Devious please? Don’t do this.”
“You should have echoed those last words when you tried to kill me.” I say. “Your sweet pussy belongs to me. I’ll fuck it and lick it as much as I want.”
My Nymph is brave. She doesn’t cry like I want her to. I want her to beg because it makes me want her more. It’s no fun if she doesn’t fight back. I want her pain and tears. When
