Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33526 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Ella shrugs and smiles sweetly as she sways back and forth. “Oh, shucks, Mr. Nevin. I’m so sorry my mommy lied to you.”
Before I register what’s happening, Ella slams Benjamin's head against the table.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” River says as he plants a kiss on her cheek. His face transforms from awe to unadulterated derangement as he taps Benjamin's ass with the ax. “David, I got a question for you. You think I should ax fuck him? Get it? I’m fucking him with the ax, so it’s not an ass fuck, but an ax fuck.”
“We get it,” I say, rolling my eyes at River’s self-amusement.
“David, come here,” River demands.
David steps forward, shaking with each step, before bending over the table so he’s facing his father. “We have a lot of money. We can make you richer than you’ve ever dreamed.”
River pouts as he swings the ax back and forth. “Okay, you’re right. It’s a little crazy to ax fuck your daddy. I think it would be better if he ass fucks you.” He taps Benjamin on the ass with the base of the ax. “Chop, chop, Benji. Get the deed done, and we can all be on our merry way.”
Chapter Thirteen
Asher
My hand twitches with the need to slice flesh from bone. River enjoys theatrics. Alaric enjoys quick deaths. But I like slow, methodical torture.
“Can I have some lube?” Benjamin asks.
How fucked up is it to ask for lube when you’re about to fuck your own son? But I guess degenerate rapists don’t have a tangible moral compass.
“Pull his cheeks apart and give that asshole a little spit,” River says, laughing.
To my surprise, Benjamin follows his orders and spits in his son’s ass before lining up his dick.
David screams as Benjamin penetrates him. Being fucked with no lube hurts bad. I should know. Celeste let her friends put me through similar torture once. She probably would’ve done it again had it not been for Alaric telling her that if she did, he’d walk and report her to the cops. Back then, Alaric was under Celeste's power. That he would’ve done it says a lot.
“That’s it, Benji. Shove that shriveled old dick in your baby boy,” River gloats. “Show the rapist what it’s like to get his ass torn up. Good thing this booth is soundproofed. With the way Davey boy is yelling, you’d think it was the end of the world.”
My gaze falls on Ella. I expect her to look away. To be a little squeamish about the scene in front of her. But to my shock, her lips turn up as she stares unblinking. She’s enjoying this, probably as much as River. That realization makes me sad and jubilant. Sad because it means the last of her innocence is gone forever. Jubilant because it means she won’t run away when all is said and done. She’ll stay.
The booth door opens, distracting us from the two men.
Celeste.
“What’s going on here?” she demands, her hands on her hips as she taps the toe of her leopard-print shoe. It’s almost humorous how she thinks she’s still in control. She walks to River, tapping him on the shoulder. “Stop this right now. Benjamin, get off David.”
River taps Benjamin’s ass with the ax. “Don’t you dare move, Benji. It’s just getting good around here now that Davey’s bleeding from his rectum.”
“Alaric!” Celeste snaps. “Stop him.”
Alaric chuckles. “I’ll do no such thing, Mother. The last time I heard River laugh like this was when he was a child before you ripped the joy from him. I think it’s past due for you to shut up and let him have his fun.”
“Alaric, you know who they are. You know what will happen to us,” Celeste pleads.
Alaric barks out a laugh. “They won’t do shit. You see, Benjamin’s wealth comes from his second wife. He doesn’t have two pennies to rub together. When we sent her the files you had on Benji Boy, she was more than happy to look the other way.”
“David is her son. She’d never do that,” Celeste hisses.
“Stepson, Mother. He’s her stepson,” Alaric corrects as he moves toward her. He fists Celeste’s hair and pulls. She screams as he drags her toward the viewing. “And you should know better than anyone that some stepmothers can be truly evil.” He slams Celeste’s head on the table. “Don’t worry, Mother. We’ll treat you just as gently.”
Celeste screams again—ear-bleeding screeches of horror.
“Oh, please shut up, Mother,” Alaric says. His warning only makes Celeste yell louder. “Oh, for fuck’s sake.” Alaric presses his gun to her arm and pulls the trigger. The silencer dulls the sound of the bullet tearing through her flesh but not her screams. Alaric stuffs the barrel of the gun into her mouth. “I’ll blow your brains out right here if you don’t shut your fuckin’ mouth.”