Page 69 of Bloody Quarter

“You lost your scholarship? My heart breaks for you,” Alora said, her tone dripping with disdain. “You know what really fucking sucks, Keith? Sitting trapped in a car with your dead sister, unable to get out. Unable to help. Unable to save her. Then, to add insult to injury, the guy who ran us off the road left the scene and lied in court to help put me in jail for five years. For an hour, Keith…a whole hour, I stared at my baby sister’s face. The only sound was the blinker that wouldn’t turn off and the 911 operator trying to talk to me from a cell phone in Tammy’s dead hand. I begged for forgiveness. I begged with everything in me until I had nothing left to give. Now, it’s your turn.”

Keith winced a little as she sucked the fingers from her pussy into her mouth. But he screamed at the top of his lungs as Alora wrapped the belt around her hand and swung it like a whip at his cock. The leather tip snapped against the enflamed head, and his entire body jerked. Damn, that was a fucking good shot.

“Please, he’s had enough. Leave him alone,” Johnny said.

“No, I don’t think so,” was my doll’s response.

Crack, crack, crack.

She hit him until he was reduced to a blubbering mess, while Alora didn’t look like she even broke a sweat. Her tits rose and fell in time to her chest, and my eyes were permanently glued to the hardened peaks. I pulled my knife and squeezed the handle. The feel of it calmed a little of the need racing through my body. But the moment she started again, I gave up the fight and unzipped my jeans to stroke my shaft. The sight of the red welts forming on his abs and legs was more than I could handle after all the teasing. Each snap of the leather had my hand yanking on my cock faster.

Alora glanced over at me, smirking, but shook her head. “Save that for me,” she purred and bit her bottom lip.

“Then you better stop doing that. I’m about to lose it.”

“Okay.” Her eyes swung to Keith’s face, snot and drool dripping off his chin as he whimpered. “This is just a warm-up. I’m going to make you watch as we slowly dissect your brother, one tiny piece at a time, in front of you. Each one of his pleas and screams for mercy will be all you can hear.”

“No…please, please,” he said.

“No, why me? It wasn’t my fault. I didn’t hurt her,” Johnny said.

Alora marched over to the table I had set up with a wide assortment of tools and toys. She looked them all over before grabbing the silver industrial stapler. Interesting choice.

“You’re fooling yourself, Johnny. That’s just what you tell yourself when you close your eyes at night so you can sleep. But that’s not the truth, and you know it.” Alora looked up at me. “Can you hold Keith’s head?”

“I’m your Vanna, Doll. Of course, I can.” I was once more amazed at her grit and stomach for torture as I held Keith’s head still despite his attempts to move away.

“Ah! No! Please,” his high-pitched screams echoed, but there was no one coming to help him, no one to bail him out this time. I watched as she pulled his eyelid open and stapled it so he couldn’t close his eyes.

Fuck, I love her so much.

“You don’t get to close your eyes. I want you to see all of this,” Alora said, her voice as cool as the color of her eyes. Her arms snaked around my waist. “Are you ready?”

“Doll, I was born ready for this.” Gripping her chin, I kissed her softly. “I love you, Doll.”

“I love you more.”

Alora

I’d dreamed and contemplated what sort of punishment I’d dole out to Keith if I ever got the chance. If I was ever brave enough to confront him, what I would say. But I never truly believed that I’d get the opportunity, and I definitely hadn’t thought about doing this. Then again, there were many things that I’d done since meeting Greyson that I hadn’t thought I would ever be doing before he came along.

The tip of the knife made another small cut on Johnny, but he didn’t wince until I used the spray bottle filled with lemon juice and coated the open wound. I cut him again, making the final line of a star on his side, and gave it a spritz, making him cry out as he jerked on the chains. The large sections of skin that Greyson had peeled off were lying at his feet, and I’d started his torture by just spraying those areas. But the nightmares that I had about Evie and what she looked like had carved this image into my mind. Each cut was a tiny victory.

The more he cried, the more justice was served, and as he begged for death, a calm bathed me in warmth. There was no anger or malice in the air. It was as though Evie had found a way to let me know that she was happy now that I was righting this wrong. My hands were tired from holding the burden of blame, and it was time to redistribute the weight so that it no longer fell solely on me.

Johnny’s face and arms looked exactly like how I remembered Evie. Every bare piece of skin had been cut by glass, and blood coated every inch of the car that I could see. Another cut, another twinge, another whimper. It wasn’t the cuts affecting him now as much as it was the sharp spikes that Greyson had set up to jab him from all sides if he moved. The one that was just touching his puckered asshole held a fucked up therapeutic quality. I’d already made Keith tell me what he did that night. Each act, slap, and fear he inflicted on my sister, Greyson, found a way to do to Johnny.

Had Greyson made me insane, or had I always been this way? I didn’t know, but what I did know was that I was seeing this through. They’d lived the last eight years free from retribution, but no more. I was the collector of souls tonight, and my hand was out waiting for payment.

“Please. Just kill me. Please, I’m begging you,” Johnny cried. Keith’s soft sobs could just be heard over Johnny’s, and I wasn’t sure which of them I took more pleasure in. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took her to the party. I’m sorry that I didn’t stop my brother, and I’m sorry that I lied for him. I’m sorry for so many things that I can’t take back.” That was the first apology that had tumbled from either of their lips, and I cocked my head and stared as he continued to apologize. “Please forgive me, Evie. Please, please forgive me,” Johnny said, and my chest constricted with pain at the sound of her name.

“Greyson?”

“Yes, Doll?”

“How long has it been since we started?”

“Forty-six minutes,” he said, and I nodded.