Their Bloody Rose

Soaked in Blood

A/N: If you thought the last chapter was too gory, skip to the pov change about a third of the way through, cause it gets way worse

The warehouse was soaked in blood and the stench of impending death permeated the room as Marissa made her way back to the table and Curtis' still unconscious body. Behind her, the men were all writhing and crying in agony after she'd disemboweled and gagged each of them. Her father would have been proud of what she'd done so far, and she knew he'd have loved what she had planned for Curtis. She was going to make sure he wished his entire lineage had never even existed.

Standing beside Curtis' body she cut off all of his clothes, leaving him fully exposed like the naked, worthless rat he was. She then carefully pried his mouth open, grabbed his tongue, and in one practiced motion she cut it off. A scream tore from Curtis as the pain finally brought him back to consciousness.

"What's wrong Curtis? Did that hurt?" Marissa teased with a laugh. "Oh what, no more cocky little quips for me now?" She wagged his severed tongue in front of his face and laughed as he tried and failed to form words, only able to get out nonsensical groans. "You were talking such a big game before. I guess you won't be saying much of anything anymore."

She threw his tongue behind her and laughed as she heard a panicked squeal from one of the men as it hit him in the face.

"Now it's my turn to tell you what I'm going to do," Marissa said as she slowly dragged her blade down the center of his chest. Tears were streaming down Curtis' face as mumbling cries kept pouring from his bloody, tongue-less mouth. "I'm going to make you pay for all you did to Joanie, for all the heartache, all the pain, all the torment and trauma. Every last bit of what you did to her I'm going to return to you a thousand fold. Starting, with these hands you dared put on her."

One by one Marissa pried his fingernails off his uninjured hand as he screamed in pain. He tried to get away from her but the blades she'd stabbed through his body kept him firmly in place. Holding his hand down, she carefully cut the skin off of it, finger by finger, before moving to his other side and doing the same to his right hand. She slapped him across the face with his flayed flesh and laughed as he gagged and spurted up blood.

"Those hands won't be hurting anyone ever again. But it wasn't just your hands you forced on her, was it Curtis?" Marissa asked sarcastically as she slid the flat of her blade up the inside of his thigh. His eyes nearly bulged out of his skull and what was likely profuse begging, but only came out as unintelligible mumbles, streamed from him as he realized what was next.

Marissa grabbed his sad little excuse for a cock with one hand and then proceeded to slice layer after layer of flesh from it. His screams were deafening as they echoed through the room, which just fed Marissa's bloodlust even more. Eventually, her ears started to hurt a bit though, and she had an idea for the best way to quiet him.

With a wicked grin on her lips Marissa swiftly cut Curtis' dick off and forced the bloody, flayed little lump of useless flesh down his throat. She kept her hand over his mouth, preventing him from spitting it out as he gagged on it.

Curtis was beyond broken. His eyes started to roll back in his head as he was near fainting, but Marissa slapped him multiple times, forcing him to stay conscious.

"Oh no you don't," Marissa said with a laugh. "You don't get to be done yet. I'm only just getting started."

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Fiona was making good on her promise to get them there in under four hours and Phillip had come through with an address just when he said he would. They were close.

Eddie was prepping their weapons while Logan checked in with their crew on the way up to meet them for their rescue mission. Logan was pleasantly surprised that most of them were on pace to meet them there right as they arrived, even Knives was close behind and he usually liked to take his time. If there was one thing their people always cared about most, it was protecting their own.