Page 238 of The Monster and the Masochist

Shaking like a frightened little mouse, the man opened his mouth so I could stuff his disgusting sock in against his tongue.

“Good boy,” I purred. “Now close. Let’s get you taped up.”

Callum was right.

Stage three was begging.

Even with the gag, I could make out the pathetic little pleas as my prey sobbed into the tape.

He was having a hard time staying upright now, as I’d already broken all the fingers on his left hand.

I was sure he was in an excruciating amount of pain, but somehow, it just wasn’t enough.

“Shhhh, shhh, you’re alright, Reverend. I’m sure if you pray, your god will save you,” I hummed as I gently took the index finger on his right hand into mine.

Mmmph, nauooo, nooooo.

“Awww. You don’t want me to break any more fingers?” I asked softly, and he nodded frantically, his ugly face wet with snot and tears.

‘Plllzzzz’

“Did you touch my wife with these fingers, Reverend?” I asked quietly.

Glancing up to meet his eyes, I saw the truth written on every inch of his face, even as he shook his head no.

“I think you’re lying.” I sighed before snapping the finger back toward his wrist. He screamed bloody murder as it broke easily beneath my grip, and I smirked.

“Lying is a sin, Reverend. What would your god think?”

He just continued to scream and writhe before me.

I stepped back, giving him room to catch his footing.

All the fingers on his left hand were jutting out at odd angles, and I planned on making it through the rest of his right hand before I started in with the knife.

Then, once I’d labeled him in blood for what he was, I would go and get Theo, and she could decide what she wanted to do with him.

“Fuck, Cass…” Cal complained. He’d been pacing the room restlessly for the past ten minutes. “This is so hardddddd. I want to play. Can I rip out a tooth? I want to add it to my collection!”

“No, Callum. If you can’t behave, then you have to leave. Go stand over there.”

I jerked my head toward the door to Theo’s little gym as I reached forward to swiftly snap the reverend’s middle finger.

He yowled loudly and jerked back, only to correct himself again as the noose forced him to stay still.

I frowned at how badly his ankles were wobbling, and I found I was starting to get concerned that his bitch ass wouldn’t make it much longer.

In an effort to speed things up, I broke the last two fingers on his right hand at the same time.

“I want to cut him. Where’s a good place to start that will keep him alive?” I asked my brother.

The reverend’s face was so pale it was almost green. A thick film of sweat had begun to form, and it mixed grotesquely with all his snot and tears. “Well… alive and conscious,” I amended. “He’s so pathetic… He already looks like he’s going to pass out,” I mused.

Cal came to stand next to me, and he nodded.

“Yeah. The pedos are always the weakest. They break so quickly. That’s why they prey on children. Usually, children are the only people they’re capable of overpowering,” my brother explained as he reached past me to grip the reverend by his collar.

With a yank, he ripped open the man’s shirt, exposing his pasty chest and stomach.