Page 84 of Knot To Be
The screeching sounds of pain are mumbles as I watch as Pablo takes his time, moving down her body and reheating the metal as needed. It’s almost as if he’s mesmerized by the flame and pain, dulling his need to kill her.
We’re all capable of killing someone, I think. Finding our motivation is the key to our homicidal tendencies.
“Sucks to be unable to defend yourself, doesn't it?” Rosa asks, using the knife still in her hand to bring it up to Eva’s eye. Deciding to be helpful, I grab her eyelid and pull it up so Rosa will have better access. “Thanks, babe.”
“Thank me by making it messy.”
Rosa grins as she shoves the knife into her eye socket and rolls it around in there, destroying the eyeball. We watch as Pablo burns the fuck out of the backs of Eva’s knees, holding them against the lighter while she screams until her voice gives out.
For a second, I worry she may have lost consciousness until Pablo pulls out the mallet, staying on his knees as he swings at Eva’s knees. If this isn’t Italian mafia judgement, I don’t fucking know what is. He brings the mallet down over and over, breaking her ribs, legs, and feet, ensuring that Eva never knows peace. The pain has to be excruciating, and her one good eye rolls in its socket as she tries to scream but can’t.
“Thank god for small mercies,” Rosa laughs. “You lost your voice. Poor baby. It’s better this way…for us. What time is it?”
“Almost four in the morning,” Pablo replies easily. “Is it time for the butt plug?”
“Yep. Then we can go back to bed. If Pack Mayor is right, the run club will be coming to collect us tomorrow,” she sighs.
Cassidy was serious about getting to know Rosa, and we got a text asking if she was up to it. I’ll have to jog a little slower as I warm up to running, while Rosa hates running with a passion. If we’re going to be making a habit of late night murders, a little training wouldn’t be a bad idea.
“Flip her,” Rosa says, lifting the table leg to free her wrists.
Pablo easily flops Eva onto her stomach, her body flinching in pain as she hits the floor. Pablo isn’t interested in being careful with her. She’s so broken, she doesn’t attempt to get away as I pull out the butt plug. There are nails sticking out of it, and not just a few. It’s a dense amount, and they begin at the usually snub nose of the plug.
Pack Mayor was responsible for our weapons, which means one of them made sure the plug would provide maximumdamage. I think I like them even more for that. Lubricant was purposely omitted, and I can’t help the snicker that escapes my lips.
“What? Are you okay?” Pablo asks, his eyes on the plug.
“Eva, you’re about to find out why an omega won’t slick just because someone looks in their cunt’s direction,” I growl.
I grab her hair and pull it back, watching as Rosa takes the weapon from Pablo and asks him to spread Eva’s cheeks wide. The stupid bitch finds her voice again through the gag as Rosa shoves the plug in, being extra rough as it tears her apart.
We’re all wearing gloves to help with the mess, and Rosa’s gaze moves from Eva’s face to the plug periodically. It’s only once the plug is all the way inside of her that I can see her life beginning to fade.
“If you want to say something, baby, now is the time to say it. She’s dying.”
“Tell the devil I’m sending the rest of the family after you soon, Eva. You can all burn there together.”
Eva’s good eye stares unseeingly after Rosa’s warning, and I watch as Rosa makes certain she’s dead by picking up the knife she discarded for the butt plug and plunges it through Eva’s chin.
“I’m sorry she was such a disappointment as a human.”
Rosa glances at me, as Eva’s blood drips from her fingers and shakes her head as my words wash over me.
“I think I needed to fully see what my family was capable of so I could finally be free of them,” she rasps, dropping the knife and climbing over Eva’s body to straddle me.
“Gloves!” Pablo yelps, grabbing our omega’s hands before she can touch me. I bite my tongue in amusement as she growls at him as he pulls off the blood soaked gloves, and then she’s pushing me down onto the ground to kiss me. “Fuck.”
I’m sure there will be blood on my back and pants, but I ignore that as I fist Rosa’s ponytail to take over the kiss she’s giving me. She moans, and any thought of the red shit leaking from Eva’s body disappears as she slicks.
“Pablo,” I whimper.
“Yes.” Gloves get tossed aside before his body leans over our bodies, caging us in. “I’ve never been turned on by a dead body before, but I am tonight. Until I saw you both, I thought I was gay, so what the fuck do I know?”
Rosa and I chuckle, but it’s breathless and needy. Tentatively, Pablo’s fingers move down Rosa’s back, biting his bottom lip as he watches as she arches for him.
“I want to drown in your pretty pussies. Can I do that?” he asks almost reverently.
“Can you be fast?” I gasp, helping Rosa as she scrambles to pull her pants down. Pablo pulls off one of our boots and a pants leg down off our feet to get access, and his cool hands are spreading Rosa’s ass.
