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PIC OF LILLY'S OUTFIT
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Killian's P.O.V
Chapter 46
I pound my fist in the idiot's face, this ass had the nerve to betray me!
His blood spilled onto my hand from the many cuts I marked his face with, I enjoyed the feel of the crimson liquid, it felt like a lover's stroke...warm and very welcoming.
"Tell me something, Tommy, was it worth it? Was whatever they promised you worth betraying your family?"
He looked at me with pleading eyes, begging me to end his torture. He was unable to speak, as his lips were stapled shut, another one of my handy work. I pulled my shoulder back and delivered another blow to his face, I felt his jaw snap under the force of my fist, but I didn't care, this motherf**ker needed to learn a lesson.
"Answer me, Tommy!"
I knew he couldn't because of his stapled mouth, but I still enjoyed watching him try. He started pleading, the sound was a cross between a whimper and a scream. He was trying to say something but, because of his current predicament, all his words were muffled.
I smirked at him as he tried to plead his case to no avail, really and truly I didn't want to hear the shit that he's going to sprout. His betrayal of the people who took him in and made him family sealed his fate.
Taking the pliers from the table beside me, I examined it in front of Tommy, watching as his eyes widen in fear.
"Are you scared, Tommy? Are you scared of what I'm going to do to you with this?"
He nodded his head with vigor and squealed when I brought the tool close to him. Deep satisfaction washed over me when I heard the sound he made as I none too gently yank one of the staples from his mouth.
"Why are you screaming, Tommy, I thought you wanted to talk?"
I plucked another one free and the idiot pissed himself, the nasty liquid covered my shoes and mixed with the dry blood to create a stench. My nostril flared, and I used the pliers, bringing it down with full force to his head.
"Now, how do you expect me to explain to my girl why I smell like a sewer?"
I didn't wait for him to answer, instead, I got my knife off of the table, deciding to end his. To be honest, I was tired of torturing him, his pissing on my shoes was his good grace. The last pain he felt was the strike of my blade against his throat, cutting it open.
I watched as the life lift his eyes, a familiar form of excitement crept its way up my body and I embraced it, I didn't feel any guilt or remorse, just an exhilarating high for just ending a person's life.
"He's dead now, can we please leave the F**ker to rot in peace, I want to go have a shower and watch the stench of death off of me?"
I turned and smile at Mik, the high from my kill still running through my vein, making me buzz with energy.
"F**k! I needed that."
Mik returned my smile, understanding dawning in his eyes, "There's nothing like taking a man's life to relief the stress."
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Teen Fiction"Let's get one thing straight, Red, once a deal is made with me there is no backing out. there's no loophole, no back door, no side gate, nothing. I own you now!" His hands were once again around my waist, but they didn't stay there. He st...
