Page 137 of Hostile Saint

“Exactly.” I stalked the trail. “Not only did she suffer from normal cramps, but they raped her during that time, every fucking month—Ah! There you are, you soon-to-be-dead motherfucker.”

Damien started to army crawl with every bit of the waning energy he had left.

Easily catching up to him, I slammed my boot down on his back, so he would stop pathetically slithering for an escape that was never fucking going to happen. As his chest slammed to the ground, I casually told Diesel, “And this one,” I dug my heel in his back, making it hard for him to breathe with the pain, “was the very first of them to rip her open with his cock.” Daring Diesel to argue with me, I stared at him. “I believe she was twelve when it first happened. Surely, that doesn’t take any DNA modifying to make me find that fucking repulsive? Or be hungry for his blood?”

In full surrender, Diesel shook his head. “You win.” He saluted Damien. “Nice not knowin’ ya. Good luck with this one-way ticket to ‘You’re Fucked Land’.”

As Diesel backed away, wincing from knowing what was coming—and preferring to not have this front row seat—I added, “Want to hear about how all four of the rapists started taking her on a regular basis? Not giving her poor body a chance to recover before the next one climbed on top?”

Diesel kept retreating. “Not one bit, kid. Hack off his dick.” Then, he faded into more darkness of trees.

“Want to hear about the eggplant?”

“The fuck?” He disappeared, his voice echoing, “Make him scream, Pup.”

I knew then that the few examples of the torture we suffered at these monsters’ hands were enough for Diesel to understand how this dark side of me was well deserved and necessary to truly avenge my Pretty Girl and keep them from hurting anyone else, ever.

“T-Tate,” cried a shaky voice from below. “L-Listen to me.”

I squatted next to my number one enemy. “Did you listen to her as she screamed for you to stop?”

He peered up, fear and tears in his eyes. “I-I should’ve. You’re right.”

So disappointed, I exhaled. “I truly expected more of a fight from you, hence leaving you for last. But it seems that without your demented pals, you’re a useless fucking coward.”

Tears dripping to the ground, he begged, “P-Please. I d-don’t want to die.”

I tapped his nose. “Good to know. That’s gonna make all this even better. Ringleader.”

Waves of rage seared my conscience into chard coals as more memories floated to the surface, all wanting to share in this piece of much-deserved revenge.

Hatred had my hand trembling as I grabbed the top of his blondish hair. “I was tied to a chair as I watched you butcher her perfect hair.”

Damien screamed, his arms flailing around his head, desperately trying to stop my knife from sawing off chunks of his hair. Far too close to his scalp, I could feel his skin give under the force of my sharp blade.

After tossing bloody clumps of hair aside, his arms wrapped around his bleeding head. “Tate!”

Enjoying his torment more than any sane man should, I explained, “I had to watch you drag my sweet girl behind a fucking car until she finally passed out.” I suddenly roared, “YOU SICK FUCK!”

Slipping deeper into dark corners most don’t want to admit exist in their mind, I madly stabbed at his wrists, feeling his skull stop my knife with every strike.

Damien whaled out his agony. “Stop! Stop!”

Losing any shred of control I had left, I sneered, “That is something I begged for as I was forced to watch you rape her.” Damien arched and screamed as I viciously carved a Y through his cloak and into his back. “You marked her as if she weren’t a living being.”

I rolled him over and screamed in his face. “You electrocuted her–as a child! You sliced her!” I held up my scarred palm that was drenched in blood. “You burned her!” Dropping my knife, I covered his mouth and nose with my palms and exuded all the pressure I could. “You suffocated her to the point of passing out while you raped her!”

Damien writhed as I smothered him.

“Over and over again! All in one sitting!”

He choked, gasping for air after I released his face.

I smiled. “Can’t have you dying yet. So much more fun to have.”

“I-I’m sorry! Sorry!”

My fists beat on my chest as if I were an enraged gorilla. “Yes! You are!”