Page 90 of Retribution
“Right. You came into my room, put your dick in my face and told me if I sucked you off good enough that you’d take me away from there. But you wanted me to kill the Prophet on my way out. Didn’t you?”
His head hangs down as he nods slightly.
“Out loud.”
“Yes. I taught him everything he knew. Set everything up for him, and he got selfish. He wanted all the girls for himself. I knew you were the strongest, and my best chance for success. You refused me, and then later that night, disappeared.”
Fuck. And look at her now. My chest swells with pride. This girl has been through some of the worst abuse and now-
I take a deep breath as I watch her squat between his legs.
She’s a breathtaking killer.
Opening his robe she giggles softly.
“These are actually kind of convenient.”
He attempts to knee her in the face, narrowly missing her jaw, and I see red.
“Don’t even fucking think about hurting her. Touch her, and the torture you endure will be so excruciating, you’ll pray to your God for death.”
He relaxes his leg and pleads with Heather.
“Please don’t bite my penis. Please. I’m s-s-sorry.”
She tilts her head and stares at him, her eyebrows arched as her lips lift into a smile.
“I promise I won’t bite your pathetic little dick. There is no chance of me putting that thing anywhere near my mouth-”
Holding up the cattle prod, she shows it to him.
“There are a hundred different ways I can torture you. I have this. The paddles. Even scissors. So many ways to make you scream and so little time. Now, get on your knees.”
He moves to his knees and glances at Jedediah.
“Do you see what you’ve done to all of us?”
Knox walks over to him, his eyes a furious glare as he wraps his hand around his throat.
“From all accounts, you set him on this path. You’re as guilty as he is. Close your fucking mouth unless you’re spoken to.”
He doesn’t get to blame it all on Jedediah. Knox steps back and Heather presses the prod to John’s balls. The high pitched buzzing sound is muffled by his tortured scream. He falls flat on his back, sobbing loudly as Knox grabs onto his long beard and yanks him back up. Again, Heather zaps him with 9,000 volts of electricity directly in the nuts.
“Ouch,” Carter mouths as he glances at me, and I smirk. The fucker deserves every bit of this.
“Why did you do it? This all starts with you! Make me understand why.”
Our girl wants answers, but I’m not sure anything he says will ever be enough. There are no words he can ever say to excuse his actions. She pulls the prod away from him, demanding answers as he hunches over in pain with a small gag erupting from his throat.
“Explain it to me. How did you end up in our house teaching Jedediah how to form a cult? How to abuse his own children? Explain it or I’ll continue torturing you. And I promise you, this is not as bad as it gets. It will get worse. So much worse.”
His breaths are heavy as he attempts to catch his breath.
“I met Jedediah in prison when we became cellmates. He asked about my conviction. I told him about my church and how I got arrested. We had a lot in common. He had your picture on the wall. We both like girls on the younger side.”
He takes a shaky breath and continues.
“One thing led to another, and he asked for my help when we both got out. If it’s any consolation, I regret it now.”
