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“Hair removal wax.” I smirk at him and his eyes widen briefly before he chuckles.

“Oh, fuck. That’s going to hurt like a bitch.” He says, grimacing while tugging on his gloves.

It was Kalix’s suggestion to wear gloves so we don’t leave any fingerprints behind.

While waiting on the wax to warm up, Kalix lights a cigarette. I watch as he pockets the lighter and takes a couple puffs before turning to me. “Want to play?” He asks, holding up his cigarette.

Shrugging, I say, “Sure.”

Isaac turns the radio on blaring Smells Like Teen Spirit by Nirvana to drown out the sounds Johnny’s about to make.

Walking up to the man that’s tied up, I tilt his head back by pulling his hair with one hand and hovering the cigarette over his face with the other. I act as if Johnny is a kid and I’m playing the airplane game like a mother would to feed her child.

I place the lit end of the cigarette between his eyes, and Johnny starts to cry. “Awe, guys… Looks like we have a tough guy that can’t take what he dishes out.”

CHAPTER 24

REED

After letting the wax warm up for a few minutes, it’s ready to go.

The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin blares through the speakers as I stir the hot mixture with a butter knife. I didn’t see any of the little wooden things in Lexie's bathroom, so this will have to do.

Unplugging the wax warmer, I set it on the table beside the couch and scoot it closer.

Yanking down his boxers, I let them pool around his ankles along with his pants.

“Ah no wonder you can’t get a girl, your fucking dick is so small and shriveled that you can’t see it through your fucking pubes. Fucking tiny dick man.” I shake my head. “It’s okay, though. I got you. I’m gonna help get this shit cleaned up real nice.” I smirk at him as I pick up the knife out of the wax pot and start slathering it all over.

Johnny starts to wiggle around in the chair trying to scream, but it’s muffled.

I slap the little papers over where I’ve smeared the wax and let it set. I continue to lather some over his ball sack and the insides of his thighs. He tries to kick back in the chair but Kalix stands behind him and holds him down in place. Tears run down his face, because he knows what’s about to happen.

“Probably should turn the music up just a bit more.” I look over to Isaac and he gets up to adjust the volume as Complicated by Avril Lavigne starts to blare.

I sing along as I start to rip the paper from the insides of his legs. He squirms and screams, I’m sure, but I can’t hear anything other than the music playing.

After I finish his legs I start to work around his dick. I rip it off and slap one against his cheek, making it stick

to his tears.

Now it's down to his balls, and god it makes me nauseous for him. This shit is gonna hurt like a mother fucker. I stand up and lean over into his ear so he can hear me. “I hope this rips the skin off your fucking balls.”

I pat him on the cheek with an open palm, hard, before crouching down in front of him again.

Grabbing two strips, I lock eyes with him and smirk before I rip them away from his body.

“Oh fuck.” Kalix cringes standing behind him.

The skin from his balls with the wax is starting to pool with blood.

I watch as his face turns white and he passes out.

Isaac turns the music down, “Fuck man. Remind me to never piss you off.” He says and puts a hand over his mouth. “Damnit, I feel like I’ma be sick.”

“That hurt me watching it.” Kalix says now leaning against the wall.

“Well, maybe next time, he’ll learn to keep his hands to himself.” I shrug and stand.