Kurt's POV
I brought the yacht to a halt.
"No pleath! Take me back!" Michael cried in agony, his tongue swollen in his mouth from mine and Sara's punches. We both approached him with rage and both our fists connected with his gut.
"YOU ARE GOING NOWHERE!" I screamed as I gave him a right hook, and a left hook. Sara pulled out the knife imbedded in his thigh and thrust it into his other thigh. He screamed. Visibly terrified. The poor sod was so excited to see this Chloe girl. My fist hit his ugly nose as he begged for mercy.
"YOU HAVE ASSAULTED SO MANY GIRLS! NO LONGER WILL GIRLS BE IN DANGER FROM YOU!" I screamed. As I laid into his gut. "YOU. DO NOT. DESERVE. HAPPINESS. YOU. ARE. A. DISGRACE. TO. THIS. WORLD!" I punched his dick. He yowled in agony. I swung around and back hand slapped his cheek before thrusting my knife into his shoulder. POW. THUMP. BIF. BAM. SLAP. SCRATCH. His face was growing redder and redder with more marks. I pulled my knife from his shoulder and slid it across his cheek, opening a gash. I then right hooked him over the cut.
He yelped in pain. He sputtered and asked why we are doing this.
"I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE BEEN TEXTING CHLOE!" I screamed as Sara landed a few punches to his gut before ascending her knee into his groin. He asked how we could possibly know. I showed him his messages on our phone to Chloe. Before uppercutting him and holding my hands around his neck.
"YOU. WILL. NOT. SEE. CHLOE!" I screamed as we both continued laying into him. By now the son of a bitch was crying. Face cut up, groin in agony. Blood dripping from his wounds. Sara walked to the opposite side of the yacht, and with a clear line of sight, she rushed Michael, shoulder aiming for his gut. She slammed into him with all her might.
"Oof!" He groaned, "I wan' go home!" He sobbed as I slammed into him. I grabbed him by the throat with both hands, took a deep breath and screamed as loud as I could.
"NO!" I roared as I laid into his face. RIGHT HOOK. LEFT HOOK. UPPERCUT. THUMP. BIF. BAM. CRUNCH. RIGHT HOOK. LEFT HOOK. RIGHT HOOK. LEFT HOOK.
I stepped back as blood dripped from his hanging head. I grabbed his hair and lifted his head up. His left eye was swollen. His right eye was cut underneath. His nose was bleeding. His lip was cut. He had cuts on his cheek as red marks all over. Sara tied a rope around his neck to the pole he was tied to in order to stop his head hanging. I then asked her to grab the tasers we grabbed on Wednesday. She brought them to me and we both switched them on. Sara pushed hers into his side.
"Zehzehzehzehzehzeh" was the only sound that came from him. I slammed mine into his testicles. "Hiuh-hiuh-hiuh-hiuh-hiuh" he muttered as Sara grabbed his jaw and held the taser against his cheek. "Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh" he groaned. "My balls!" He groaned in absolute agony. Sara and I just grinned and chuckled.
"I doubt they work now! Haha!" I kneed his groin. He sobbed and winced. I used magic to heal him completely before starting again. RIGHT HOOK. LEFT HOOK. JAB. JAB. KNEE TO THE GROIN. STAB IN THE THIGH. SPIN AROUND BACK SLAP. KNIFE IN THE SIDE. MULTIPLE STABS IN THE THIGHS. KNEE TO THE BALLS. SHOULDER RUSH. PUNCHES TO HIS FACE. RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT-RIGHT-LEFT. FRONT ON PUCH TO HIS NOSE. HEAL. GUT STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB-STAB. HEAL. I boxed his gut as if it were a punching bag.
I put my hands around his neck and choked him. Tears burning his face. He knew he would probably not see Chloe now. Sara wrote as him to Chloe telling her he is cheating on her.
"No!" He managed to get out as Chloe dumped him.
"Sara, get the big rocks and the rope. Michael looked behind him and begged us not to. We tied his feet to the giant boulders. Which we then tied to slabs of concrete. Which we then tied to anvils.
"Please I beg you! What do you want? I can give you all my money. 50k." He sobbed, terrified. I leaned in close and growled menacingly.
"We have no intention of letting you go. We already have your money. We took it out while you were petrified." His eyes shot as wide as anything. I laid into his face, making him almost unrecognisable. Sara likely crushed his testicles with her kicks. We heaved, and heaved, using all our strength, throwing Michael off the edge of the yacht. He splashed around in the water. Trying to stay afloat to no avail. He sunk. I put diving equipment on and dived in after him. Watching him sink. Watching him struggle. Absolutely terrified with as much terror as anyone could ever have about anything. Just then I noticed a shark. I promptly turned invisible and watched as it devoured Michael. Ripping him apart. Ingesting all his blood. The world was finally rid of him. There was nothing left except pieces of flesh and red stained water. I swam back up to the yacht and climbed aboard. I found Sara in the bedroom. Naked. Looking at her body. I took my diving suit off and hugged her from behind.
"The wretched bastard who assaulted me. He's finally dead." Sara spoke in a tone that showed that she felt free. She turned around and slammed her lips into mine. We snogged as we moved over to the bed. She pushed me on the bed and climbed on top of me. She straddled me as we began to make love. Cowgirl style. She laid her chest on mine and kissed me deeply.
"I love you so incredibly much Kurt!" She cried in happiness.
