Page 98 of Unhinged Kallie

I forced Carol’s head back, my knife at her throat to ensure she didn’t curl her fingers into a fist.

“Does it look like we want to stop Hank?”

“I can’t do it. I can’t,” he said. Troy pulled one little metal hook of the grater across his cock and peeled it open in a perfect line. “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” Hank screamed as he stared at the hole created and the blood dripping on the floor.

“Troy, didn’t you say that Hank likes cigars?”

“Yes, I did,” Troy answered, far calmer than the situation dictated.

“Don’t cigars have an end clipper thing? You know to cut the tip off a cigar?”

He placed the grater on the ground. “You’re right. This would be far more entertaining if I just snipped off the end of his cock and then each of his fingers and toes.”

Troy stood, and suddenly Hank yelled ‘No’ and squeezed his hand holding the garden shears. With a snap and a scream that could wake the dead, Carol’s pinky finger separated from her hand and fell to the floor.

“Hickory dickory dock. The mouse went up the clock. The clock struck one. The mouse went down. Hickory dickory dock,” I whispered in her ear.

“Please,” she said.

Grabbing one of the thick folders bursting at the seams with pictures, payments, and digital files, I held it up for her to see. She whimpered as I waved it like a fan.

“To date, three hundred thousand dollars from Jodie Jackson, fifty thousand from Kyle Thompson, a half a million from Chris Devers, I could go on. You have lured young men into your home, assaulted them, blackmailed them, and extorted them. You would’ve done it to Carter, too, given the chance. Give me one reason why you should be free to do it again?”

She licked her lips, her eyes telling me that no matter what words came out of her mouth, they would be a lie. While she was crying and trying to think of what to say, I looked around the large home. They were smart in purchasing a house outside of town. They could hide the cars bought with blackmail in the garage and didn’t decorate with lavish items. Troy got Carol to open their vault before she was tied up, and not only were all the files in there but so were bags of expensive jewelry and bars of gold like they were fucking modern-day pirates.

“Will you answer me, or is Hank cutting off another finger?”

“We won’t do it again. Please, I swear we won’t. Please pack my finger in ice so it can be saved. No harm, no foul.”

I smirked. Carol still thought she had power or leverage. Grabbing my bag, I stuffed it with all the items from the safe, including the files.

“I really enjoy whistling, don’t you?”

“What,” Carol asked, confusion written into every feature.

“You know whistling?” I demonstrated this by whistling the song Whistle While You Work.

“I guess so,” Carol said.

“What about you, Hank,” Troy asked, giving Hank a nudge now that he’d finally stopped screaming. The couple looked at one another, and I could almost see the wheels spinning.

“I’m not a big whistler,” he said.

“That’s a shame. It can be very therapeutic,” I said.

“And it’s great for calling animals,” Troy added.

“Or getting someone’s attention,” I said.

“Don’t forget it can show appreciation.”

“Ohh, good one, Troy.”

“Please, my finger,” Carol whined, and I was getting really sick of listening to her. I flicked my knife, and the sharp blade cut through Carol’s ear like butter without her realizing it. The flesh rolled down her naked chest and onto her lap.

The wild shrieking that came from her was sweet music, but I wanted more. She needed to realize that no matter what she said or did, we held her life in our hands and wanted her dead. I picked up the ear and slapped her back and forth across the face with it, leaving smears of blood on her cheeks.

Her eyes were wide as she wailed. I’d listened to her hysterical ass long enough, so I stuffed the ear into her gapping hole and held her mouth closed.