Page 93 of Pay the Piper

Conor spits at my feet. “You can keep that bitch. She was only ever good for opening her legs anyway, but she’s used fucking goods by now.”

I fight the urge to shoot him in the head and end it now. I want to play first. “About that…I appreciate you sending me that album of photos showcasing your abuse.”

I’m not sure where he thinks I’m going with this, but he looks too happy.

“You see, I didn’t take too well to how you treated my lesnaya for so long. In fact, I don’t believe that you should ever abuse women. Didn’t your pa teach you that?”

Conor growls, and I know I hit my mark. Nikki’s hacking skills uncovered some truths about the connection between Abby’s father and Conor’s, and I was inclined to believe that must be why he insisted on marrying her and torturing her all these years. He’s a monster regardless, but Abby seemed like a targeted choice.

“You see, those pictures, as disturbing as they are, gave me inspiration for how to get revenge for my love. Not that anything in the world would be enough to right the wrongs you did, but I’ll have some pictures of my own by the end of this.”

The confusion in the two men’s eyes brings me a joy I can’t quite describe. I hold up one of the more disturbing images. The only one I haven’t burned yet. “You two are going to recreate this scene.”

Conor studies the image. “No.”

“You will do it if you want to live.”

He laughs. “You’re killing us either way, so why would we do that?”

“You’ll have lost your wife, your outfit, your political standing…everything. Perhaps a fate worse than death.”

He looks from me to his friend, and McKenzie nods. “Okay, we’ll do it.”

“Strip them.”

Rusev and Kirill strip them bare, removing their weapons in the process.

I’m sure he’s fucked a man before, or at least messed around. It’s a gamble, but I highly doubt he’s been fucked. I sigh an internal breath of relief when he motions for McKenzie to bend over.

“Eh, eh, eh. This picture is of McKenzie playing predator.”

He gulps and nods as they switch places. We slipped McKenzie an enhancer pill hours ago, assuming I’m sure the events would normally turn him on, not to think anything of it.

“No lube. I’m sure you didn’t show the same mercy to Abby, but the good news is that McKenzie is so small it shouldn’t hurt that bad.”

Conor winces as his friend tries to ease his way inside him.

“Oh, come on now. Were you that gentle with your victims? This isn’t some bro-bonding lovemaking experience. You’re going to fuck that man as roughly as you did the poor innocent women you assaulted.” I hold my gun to his head. “Do you understand?”

The threat hits its mark, and McKenzie thrusts into Conor, doing exactly as I commanded. Blood drips between his cheeks, but that doesn’t seem to affect his arousal. Poetic really, for him to get off on his own pain after inflicting it on so many. And I certainly don’t mind. He was losing his pathetic dick either way, but it’ll be easier if he’s hard.

I watch diligently, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Both men seem to be reaching their pinnacle at the same time, but to my delight, McKenzie finishes first. He thrusts to the hilt inside his friend, spilling his release, and I make my move, cutting through the very base of his cock in one clean slice. Before he makes a peep, though, Rusev muffles him and silently severs his carotid artery.

Conor, unaware that the cock that’s buried deep in his ass is no longer attached to his friend, shakes with the need for his own release. I couldn’t have timed this more perfectly as I repeat my action, this time neutering Fitzpatrick, right before he finished. His piercing screams fill the auditorium as his member falls to the floor.

“I told you I would take everything from you.” I grin, stepping away to avoid the blood puddle expanding beneath him.

I snap a picture and smile, then fire my gun straight through his head. I could’ve played with him longer, but I’m ready to get out of here.

Turning, I can’t help but chuckle at the four men sitting on the edge of the stage. Teddy looks absolutely mortified, Nikki is rubbing his temples, and Gabri is smiling. Thatcher is bent over, dry heaving.

“Alrighty. Let’s head out.” I leap onto the stage and start making my way to the back, where our car is waiting outside.

“That was…really strange,” Nikki says, walking up beside me.

I laugh. “I don’t know. They were sex offenders! What would you have done?”

“I liked it,” Gabri says as he passes me, taking the lead.