Delicious Scars (Bob Velseb x F Reader)

Chapter twelve [🤬🩸🍖👊💥]

Jeremy looked at me. His face was pale and fucked up due to Bobs harassment.

"Y/N..... w-what are you going to d-do with me...?"

"I don't know... haven't decided yet. Either way you'll die. So I can take all the time I want."

Jeremy struggled and started to breath quickly. He tried his best to get out of his restraints but failed miserably.

"Stop fucking squirming before I make you!"

He chuckled a little.

"You're all talk little shit! You can't and will not do anything to me."

"Really now...?"

I walked over to the fridge and pulled out an arm that I chopped off a few days ago.

"See this?"

Jeremy looked in horror. It was so nice seeing him with that look on his face.

"This is the arm of a victim that I cut up a few days ago. He put up quite a fight but I won it nonetheless."

I put the arm back in the fridge. I walked over to him and and grabbed a knife.

"I learned a few things from Bob, Jeremy. Wanna see?"

Jeremy fought in the seat.

"LET ME GO YOU GOOD FOR NOTHING WHORE! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"No Jeremy, I'm going to kill you. Nice and slow. So that you could feel the pain that I felt for all those years."

I put My hand in his mouth and pulled out his tongue.

"Since you can't stop running this liquor loving mouth of yours. I'll be taking this."

I brought the knife up and started slicing through his tongue.

Jeremy screamed in pain and agony. A horrifying screech. It was music to my ears. I couldn't help but smile the entire time.

The blade slowly cut through the thick flesh and blood dripped down the knife onto my arm.

Once the tongue was completely cut off I waved it in front of his face.

I sunk the knife into his thigh and with every passing second, I got deeper and deeper.

I could see him starting to pass out and I did not like that. Not one bit.

I punched him leaving a huge red mark on his cheek bone. It felt good. I punched him again. And again, and again, and again.

I whispered in his ear.

"You deserve this. And when you die, I hope you get sent to hell where you can feel this type of torture every day for the rest of eternity."

I started to skin his hands. I could see his veins pulsating a bunch of blood. Jeremy now without a tongue could only make weird noises instead of scream. What a shame.

My smile grew wider and wider. Every time I felt a little bit of pity all I had to do was remember what this piece of shit did to my mom and brother.

Bob walked in.

"Mind if I have a turn? I wanna give him a piece of my mind too~."

"Go ahead bobby."

Bob walked over and wrapped his arm around Jeremy.