Page 22 of Bloody Quarter

I looked down at the cross that started at the base of my neck and stopped just before it dipped into my pants. “Thomas, are you blind? It’s upside down.”

“Why?”

My mouth curved up into a wicked little grin. “Two reasons. The first is simple. If you see me coming for you, you’ll know that it’s the devil nipping at your heels.” Reaching back, I gave the chain a flick, and it grazed down the front of his body, leaving thin scrapes. Thomas’s shriek reverberated off the open water. Blood appeared on his chest, and my nose flared.

“Please…please no.”

“The second reason is that I normally hang my prey upside down, so when I slit their throat, the last thing they see is the symbol of the God it gives them something to pray to. One last chance to get into heaven, or at least hope that’s where they end up.” I rattled the chain again, and Thomas pissed himself, the yellow stream running steadily down his leg. “You’re not so lucky, Thomas. You’re getting the demon tonight.”

“I’ll do anything…please,” Thomas blubbered, but I ignored his pleas. I was sick of hearing his voice. Stepping back closer to the wall, I locked eyes with Thomas so that he saw me for what I really was.

“What do you think, Darlin’? Should we show Thomas a good time?” Swinging my arm back and then forward, the barbed fingers wrapped around Thomas’s body. Lines of skin and flesh were torn away as I yanked the chains back. The blood-curdling scream that filled the boat shed had my cock at full mast. A crimson rain flew in all directions with each strike. I roared like an animal as I fell into the trance of the moment, the pleasure coursing through my veins as more of the hot blood splattered my face and coated my chest. My hand was dripping red while sweat trickled down my back.

Thomas’s wails lessened, and his head slumped as he passed out. I stopped the attack, not wanting to kill him until I was ready. Passing out was too easy. I wanted him to feel every slice. The wounds were excruciating, but none were life-threatening, at least not yet. Not even the gashes along his sides that showed off the bones of his ribcage as they glistened bright white in the dark.

I had to use the smelling salts multiple times, but Thomas finally jerked on the end of my line. “Welcome back. I didn’t want you to miss a moment of this.” I almost felt bad as he began to bawl like a baby. It was just so pathetic. Gripping his chin, I lifted Thomas’s head so he was forced to look at me. “I want you to know that I’m going to jerk off to the sound of you screaming. To the terror-filled wails of your life ending. Every second you give me, I will eat up, enjoying them like they were my last meal instead of yours. Thank you for giving me that. It will be glorious.”

“You’re insane,” Thomas yelled.

“No, that implies I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I do. Oh, I do, and fuck is it good being me.” I grabbed his torso, my fingers sliding into the wounds until I could scrape my nails along his ribs. Thomas screamed and jerked hard on the chain. “Does that tickle?” I chuckled.

“Fuck you!”

My timer went off, and I groaned as I marched over to my phone. Fuck, it was already 1:30. If it weren’t for Alora, I would’ve stayed here until tomorrow night torturing my little worm. But I needed to know if she got back to the homeless shelter in one piece or if she was still at the station. Yanking open the container of sterilizing solution, I dropped my favorite toy inside and sighed that I wasn’t going to get to play with the chain again for some time.

“Unfortunately, Thomas, I need to get going, so we’ll have to hurry this process.”

Thomas laughed, and I cocked a brow at him. “You didn’t get me to beg for death.” He smiled, but I just smiled back.

“There are times you really should keep your mouth shut. This is one of those times,” I said, wiping my hands and the lid off before dropping the rag into the same solution and covering it. “I was tempted to slit your throat and let you have a quick death, but you’ve just proven that you haven’t learned a thing,” I lied smoothly, but it worked as the amusement in Thomas’s eyes faded.

Cracking my neck, I walked over to Thomas. “Fuck you! Bring it! Do it! Hit me!” I shook my head and pulled out the thick zip ties from my back pocket. “What are you doing? Get away from me, man.” Thomas tried, but at the end of the day, he was weak and worn out, and I easily tied his ankles together.

“What are you doing? Tell me!”

Whistling, I walked over to the hoist lever and lifted Thomas until his knees were at eye level with me before I unlocked the brake. Grabbing my blade, I put it between my teeth and pushed Thomas down the length of the track until he was poised over the bright yellow industrial woodchipper that sat at the end of the dock in the boat house.

“What the hell is that?”

Spinning the blade in my fingers, I patted the top of the machine that I’d spent a mint on. “This, Thomas, is where you find your final resting place, but first….” Taking a firm grip on his feet, I poised my knife. “Tell me, do you know the nursery rhyme This Little Piggy?

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“That’s a big question with too long of an answer for the time I have.” With a quick slice, his baby toe separated from his body. Thomas’s reaction was delayed due to the extreme pain he was already in, but the moment I set his toe on top of the chipper, he screamed. “I’ll help you remember. This little piggy went to market.” I cut the next toe off and placed it beside the first. “This little piggy stayed home.”

“Stop, please stop, please, please, just kill me.”

“Too late for that, Thomas. This little piggy had roast beef.” I placed the third one beside the others. “This little piggy had none.”

Thomas wailed and waved back and forth like that was going to help get him free from my deathly grip. I made sure he was looking down at me as I smirked and cut off his big toe. “This little piggy went…wee, wee, wee, all the way home!” Sitting the last toe on top of the chipper, it looked like his foot was facing him. “If you thought that hurt, then you’re in for a hell of death, Thomas. Please do me a favor and scream as loud as you can. I’ll come faster.”

Grabbing his legs, I put them inside the mouth of the machine. He fought and thrashed back and forth, but he didn’t have enough strength to pull his legs up to his ruined abs. “What do you think an inch a minute,” I asked, but I didn’t expect a response.

Thomas’s terrified shrieks started as soon as the machine fired up, even though I hadn’t started to feed him through yet. He knew it was coming. He stared in at the spinning blade that would easily tear him to shreds like a large animal. Very few had the stomach for the shit I did, but fuck, I loved every second of it. The winch was set for a slow release. Lowering Thomas an inch, he kicked and banged the inside of the machine, sending his toes rolling off the side. I kicked them off the dock into the water.

“Think about it this way, Thomas. You’re doing an environmental service for the alligators in the local area. Meaning that at the end of your useless life, you are good for something, even if that something is food.”

As the first bits of blood and flesh were flung into the water it came alive when the gators and other things took advantage of the free meal. I closed my eyes and soaked in the screams and grinding of metal on bone and let it flow through my veins as I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. Thomas did not disappoint, and I shivered, stroking myself. I gripped the wall as my legs shook, and the desires in my soul were finally filled after so long.