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54: Tiesha And The Gore II

Ky’Mon pulled his hoodie over his head in one smooth move, face cold as stone, and plugged the electric iron into the wall.

The click of the switch sounded loud in the basement, like a warning that whatever was comin’ next couldn’t be stopped.

“King, his tongue,” Money Maker said, low, like he was halfway excited.

“Not yet. He gon’ need it to chew his nuts.” Ky’Mon waved a hand without even glancing his way.

Tiesha’s eyes went wide, her heart thumpin’ so hard she could feel it in her throat. What the hell he plannin’?

JD sat tied to a heavy chair in the middle of the floor, arms and legs strapped down. His mouth was movin’, beggin’ maybe, but nothin’ came out. Luke had him pinned tight, muscles poppin’ in his forearms.

The iron started to glow red. Heat rolled off the plate. Ky’Mon just stood there, starin’ at JD like a cat watchin’ a mouse. Then he moved fast—pressed the iron to JD’s bare chest.

Tiesha slapped both hands over her mouth. A muffled gasp still slipped out. The sharp hiss of burnin’ fabric filled the air, followed by the sick smell of scorched skin.

JD’s body jerked hard, his mouth open in a scream she couldn’t hear. The chair rattled, Luke pushin’ him down harder.

The smell got thicker, makin’ her eyes sting. She swallowed, fightin’ the bile climbin’ up her throat.

Ky’Mon pulled the iron away. A black, smokin’ patch of flesh sat where it had been. JD glared at him, but his whole body was shakin’. Ky’Mon dropped the iron back on the table with a clank.

Killer came up, untied JD’s wrists just to slam his hands flat on another table. Ky’Mon grabbed an axe, the blade catchin’ the light.

Without hesitatin’, he brought it down. A finger flew across the wood. Then another. And another.

Slow. Deliberate. One hand, then the other.

Tiesha’s stomach rolled. This ain’t no fight… this straight-up butchery. None of the men looked away. Nobody flinched. It was like none of ’em even had a soul left.

When Ky’Mon was done, he straightened, axe loose in his grip.

He snapped his fingers. Killer moved without question, strippin’ JD bare while tears ran down the man’s face. Luke yanked JD’s arms behind him. Killer crouched low, blockin’ Tiesha’s view.

She couldn’t see it, but she felt it—JD’s eyes went wide, his breath catchin’ in sharp, ugly gasps.

When Killer stood, he had somethin’ hangin’ from his hand—looked like meat from the butcher, only worse.

Tiesha’s knees went weak.

Killer shoved it in JD’s mouth before she could even think.

JD gagged hard, eyes waterin’, but Killer clamped his bloody hand over the man’s mouth and pinched his nose shut.

JD kicked weakly, forced to swallow.

When Luke strapped him to a big wheel, JD didn’t even look human anymore.

Ky’Mon tossed the bloodied axe aside, picked up another, tested the weight. “You touched her.” He flipped it, the blade slammin’ into JD’s ankle, cuttin’ his foot clean off. Blood sprayed across the floor.