Grimm spun the vise back shut, securing Vance’s head in place.
I circled around to stand in front of him as Cali had Romero lift Noah off the floor.
“You’re an ass man, right Vance?” I asked, stroking the hair on top of his head.
“Well, we know Noah is,” Cali said, coming to stand by me.
We’d decided it would be best not to take unnecessary risks, and placed her where she couldn’t possibly be hurt.
She held the position by Vance’s head, and just like we wanted, Romero and Grimm easily lifted Noah up onto the table behind him.
Each held an arm as he struggled, and I dragged his boxers down, exposing his ugly blob of a dick. I ignored his cries, doing the same to Vance so his ass was exposed.
“You know what to do,” Grimm said, dragging Noah’s cock closer to Vance’s ass.
“Please, show mercy,” Noah mumbled, choking on a cry.
I started to laugh. Was he for real?
“This fucking pussy is not related to me,” Romero snapped.
“Spread his ass,” Grimm demanded, unabashedly grabbing Noah’s cock, pulling on it like a rope.
Romero let his arm go and gripped Vance’s cheeks, pulling them apart.
I moved out of the way, adjustin my grip on the prod Grimm had handed to me before we began.
“You hear that Brat? He asked for mercy.” He smiled at me; force feeding Noah’s cock into Vance’s hole.
I smiled and lifted the prod, tappin the zapper once, twice.
The acolytes were shiftin about by this point in excited anticipation. As soon as Noah’s tip touched center, Vance reacted, yellin out all kinds of obscenities. “Here honey, you’re going to want to bite down.”
I looked at Noah’s face, how the tears leaked off it, the slobber as he begged like a fuckin coward. I was disgusted. I saw myself in his place, pleading for it all to stop and he did nothin but watch.
He hurt me, and he’d hurt my family countless times in the past.
I wanted him to beg for mercy, and then I’d give him death.
I jammed the prod up his ass and hit the button. He was forced to go balls in as his whole body convulsed forward.
Vance yelled, givin Cali the perfect opportunity to use her tongue puller. She clamped the device down and didn’t let go, holding it in place even as he began to bleed.
“Move,” I demanded, pullin the prod out and jamming it back in.
He screeched, gaggin as he jerked again. It took a good few minutes, and some leakage of crimson from his own hole, but he started to move. Noah thrust in and out so slowly I began to get bored.
Without warning I shoved him, removing his blood tinged cock from Vance’s bright cherry asshole. He fell onto the stone floor with a loud thud; before he could even think about recovering, I placed the prod on the tip of his dick and hit the button.
“You could have done better than that shameful performance Noah, I remember,” Cali callously stated.
Romero blinked, slowly, as if he’d just been switched on.
“Maybe he knows he can’t compete with Vance,” I shrugged.
“Fuck this,” Romero mumbled at the same time Grimm physically moved me out of his way, pickin me up and placin me by Cali.
“Pull out Lilith!” Romero demanded.
“Good fucking choice,” Grimm affirmed.
Me and Cali shared a look, neither knowin what they were talkin about.
Romero grabbed Noah by the leg and began dragging him across the room.
Cali let her forceps loosen when Grimm stepped up to the vise. “Watch,” was all he said before he began turning the balled lever.
I moved closer, watchin the two iron planes inch together, compressing what was in their way––which happened to be Vance’s head.
Grimm’s muscles slightly tensed as he continued turnin the lever.
None of us paid any mind to Vance’s screams. He kicked his legs, shiftin his bloody ass back and forth, struggling in his restraints. I knew it hurt, knew he felt the non-stop pressure on his bones as they prepared for a farewell crunch. The more he hurt, the better.
The bottom jaw cracked first. Teeth cracked and crumbled. His life ended when the top of his skull fractured, and out came pouring pieces of his brain in a mass of cerebrospinal fluid and golden red liquid.
“This thing is sick.” Cali grinned, runnin her fingers along the top of the vise.
Lookin at the way his face had permanently contorted, I felt, like I’d done some vigilante justice.
Grimm stepped back, no emotion on his face whatsoever. He took my hand, and led me across the room to where Romero was.
Cali quickly followed, leaving her forceps on Vance’s back.
Romero’s steel toed boot was restin squarely on Noah’s back so he couldn’t go anywhere. Cobra looked like he was about to burst with glee so I knew whatever was bein dragged from behind the fence was some fucked up piece of equipment.
I was certainly correct.
“What the hell is that thing?” I asked Grimm.
“It’s our version of a Nuremberg virgin, obviously with Lilith on top.”
Was I expected to know what that was?
He positioned me in front of him, wrappin his arms around my middle. I snuggled myself into his embrace, kissin his cheek. We watched the acolytes get to work.
Whatever they had dragged out, looked like a giant wooden mummy tomb dotted with round holes. Some were open, some were covered.
When Cobra did the honors of opening the two wooden doors like one would a cabinet, I saw it was affixed with long iron spikes on both the doors and the back wall.
“Rome, you’ve been holdin out on me,” Cali pouted.
“No, you just never asked what was in here. Bet your ass memorizes that book now.” He glanced back at her with a smirk.
“Get him inside,” he said to two acolytes, steppin back to wrap his arm around Cali’s waist. I tracked his thumb gently massaging her bump and smiled.
“You know, you may be an asshole of epic proportions, per Cali’s usual words, only bein bested by Grimm when’s he’s a broody dick, but you ain’t that bad. And you care about the elderly.”
“I don’t brood,” Grimm said, squeezin my side.
“Well, you may be annoying as fuck, and a chick I only kept around for Cali’s sake–– and Grimm’s, because he went soft on me––but I’m glad you’re home. But don’t tell anyone about the old folk. I got a rep to obtain,” he joked.
“That was so adorable I have tears,” Cali laughed, wiping wetness from her eyes.
“You have tears because you’re an emotional bitch, babe.”
He really just undid all progress with that sentence, but Cali just laughed it off and elbowed him.
We watched Noah loaded into the ‘Lilith’, and he fought for once, as best he could under the circumstances.
Grimm kissed my neck, and then rested his chin on my shoulder, speakin lowly into my ear.
“It was built to replicate the real thing. Those spikes won’t hit any vital organs.
He’ll feel ten stabs through his flesh all at the same time.” As he explained, Cobra slammed the doors shut.
The thick padlocked hinges interlocked, and the room erupted in cheers a second after a piercing cry that sounded more animal than man pierced the air.
Grimm placed another light kiss just beneath my ear, nippin the lower lobe before he spoke again. “Two spikes in the shoulder, two in the lower back, and one in each ass cheek.”
He shifted, pullin me further back into him; I could his hardened cock through the fabric of our pants. “Three spikes in the chest, and one in the stomach. Do you hear the way he’s screaming? The spikes are binding with each bloody wound. Listen to him struggle, making them go deeper.
“That closed in space, nowhere to go and only darkness to see. It only exacerbates the pain and misery.”
I gripped his hands firmly in mine. This was a whole new form of dirty talk.<
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Cobra opened the doors, revealin a flash of Noah’s bloody body, tearin the spikes free, just to slam them shut again, bringin forth another loud yell, this time, seeming to echo through the entire house.
Blood poured from the bottom of the Lilith and leaked from the open holes. But he wasn’t dead yet, beneath all the chanting you could hear him moanin in pain.
His death wasn’t meant to come fast. He was meant to suffer in agony, just like the Mayor of Centriole would.
“Take it to the Leviathan. We’ll burn him sometime tomorrow,” Romero ordered, nearly draggin Cali out the room.
“Come on,” Grimm said, leading me after them.
We weaved in and out of the gathered in the house. Ava satanas, and memento mori, reached my ears more than once.
“What does Memento mori mean?” I asked as soon as we made it to his room without incident.
“Remember death,” he answered, watching me kick my shoes off and shimmy my pants down. “They celebrate death as much as they do the devil.”
I lifted my shirt off, droppin it to the floor. I stepped back to get a good look at him as he removed his own clothes.
“They celebrate me finding you.” He closed the gap I created and clasped my hips, easily lifting me up onto his dresser. The metallic metal cooled my ass cheeks.
“I ain’t nothin to celebrate,” I laughed.
He cupped my face a lil harder than was necessary, ensuring he had my full attention. “You’re the only woman I would get down on my knees and bow to.”
“Grimm—.”
He shut me up with his mouth on mine, tearin the fabric of my underwear as he removed them.
“You said you didn’t need those words Brat, but you deserve them, and you only deserved to hear them if I meant that shit.” He pulled back, makin sure he had my eyes. “And I do. Whatever version of yourself you want to be. I’m going to love the fuck out of you, always.”
“You’re gonna make me cry,” I mumbled.
“Think I already did,” he smiled, slowly lickin the tears from my cheeks. “Do I need to make it better?” he teased, unclasping my bra.
I cupped his face, pressin a light kiss on the tip of his nose. “I love you Grimm, needed to remind you of that, and yes, I think I’m owed some sex. After you tell me how Noah’s goin to die in that box.”
He pulled his cock out and brought me closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.
I knew he could feel how wet I was for him. I felt it on my thighs. He positioned one hand a little above my head on the mirror attached to the dresser, and grasped my thigh with the other.
“He’s either dead already, or, the more likely option,” he slowly pushed inside me, capturing my low groan in his mouth. “He’s going to drown in his own blood as it fills up his lungs.”
He began to fuck me, biting down hard on my shoulder. I grasped that perfect, toned ass of his beggin him to go deeper.
Liftin his hand, he grabbed my neck, and slammed me backward, never losing his momentum. Somethin fell off the dresser, breaking as it hit the floor.
I heard the mirror crack, and slowly splinter due to the force of our bodies movin together. The first shard fell soon after.
“Ow,” I hissed, feelin an exposed edge dig into my skin.
I instinctively moved forward, but Grimm shoved me back, holding me in place.
“Grimm—.” I began, feelin the blood trickle down my flesh.
He grabbed my wrists tightly, stretching them above my head, pinning them to the broken mirror before saying, “Shut the fuck up and take it.”
The deviant, savage look in his eyes had me doin just that.
He drove in and out of me relentlessly, stretching me, destroying me. The louder I cried out, the harder he fucked me. He didn’t slowly take me to the edge; he shoved me over it again, and again.
I came so much my eyes leaked tears. There was no relief, just steady constant tension and my pussy contracting around him. The pleasure shredded me.
I began struggling to catch my breath.
He lifted me up and carried me to bed, droppin me down bloody back in all, ridin my body the rest of the night.
Chapter Twenty-Six
The remaining days leading up to the meeting were perfect; the day of the meetin things kinda went to shit.
The damn thing only lasted maybe twenty minutes. Five of those were spent in silence, ten roughly in shock; the other ten were brief negations and high emotions.
Vitus arrived punctually, eleven in the morning, to be exact.
He wasn’t the problem, though. Well, he was but not in the way I would’ve thought.
He came with information and a confidence.
I sat beside Grimm in the dining room, our delegated meetin spot. Cali was beside me, and Romero was at the head of the table.
Acolytes stood on the offense and defense, watching for the slightest hint of a threat from him or any of the four men he’d brought along.
By the smile on his face I should’ve known this wasn’t going to be a great conversation.
“I gave you three men and didn’t ask for anything in return. All I’m asking for now is an alliance.”
The silence after that stretched for a full five minutes.
“Why the fuck would I form an alliance with you?”
“Because I’m going to go out on a limb and say you want to destroy Centriole as badly as I do. And I don’t want any part of your empire. I just want an alliance with it.”
“Keep going,” Cali said, waving her hand in the air.
“There’s not much to it. They have someone inside the prison I want back.”
Romero laughed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Are you shitting me? Did you think I’d help you out of the kindness of my heart?”
“No, but if you really do consider these lovely people at this table your family, you’ll do it for your niece or nephew.”
I shifted; Grimm reached over and took my hand. Sittin here staring at Vitus smiling fuckin face made me feel as if daddy long legs were all over my skin.
“You’re not making much sense, Vitus. Spit it, out or get the fuck out of my house.” Romero stood up, clearly ready to be done with this.
“See, that’s why I like you, Romero. You’re a take no shit kinda guy. I have a few planters inside that can help us when you accept my alliance.
“We had Beth with us, and came to find out,” he leaned back dramatically, “she was pregnant, by Cobra. And if one of you wants to dispute that, it’s understandable. But she said he was the last man to touch her before we got her. My dad was going to use the kid as leverage himself when the mayor didn’t come through with his end of their deal.
“She ran away, got herself caught up with some people who knew some people and, you can guess why her being back inside Centriole would be relevant to any of you.”
What. The. Fuck?
No one said a word. I thought the bitch was dead, and now here she may be pregnant with my niece or nephew? By fuckin Cobra, of all people? Our Cobra.?
“If any of that is remotely true––that’s a real huge if by the way––then why was he hunting down Arlen?” Cali asked, not missing a beat.
“Well, probably because he doesn’t believe Cobra would care enough about his kid to claim it. And then, he’d still need leverage.”
“We all know he isn’t going to let a little savage from the Badlands knowingly grow up in his precious city, especially if his daddy is a heathen.
“Don’t believe me, tell me go fuck myself. All you need is a simple DNA test. Actually,” Vitus hummed thoughtfully, “that right there is our leverage against him. Keep him happy and out of our hair for a little while. If you think that’s all I know, it isn’t. But I have to have some leverage of my own. Just in case.” He stared dead straight at Romero, and I got the inkling that wasn’t all for show.
What the fuck else could there be outside of that? Goddamn Romero in all his secrecy. I glanced around when no one s
aid anything.
Cobra had a completely unreadable expression on his face, and Grimm looked slightly irritated.
None of them were surprised my sister could be carryin his kid. To be frank, neither was I. I just didn’t want to imagine the conception.
“What do you want?” Romero finally asked.
“I don’t—.”
“What the fuck do you want; only a dumbass would walk out of here without securing a guarantee.”
Vitus waited a beat, then another.
“Give me the girl with the blue hair.”
What?
“Fuck that,” Cali said at the same time Romero said, “Done.”
“You can’t fucking do that Rome!” Cali yelled, pushing back from the table.
“I have to.”
“What does that even mean?” I snapped.
“We can’t just send her with him, Rome.” Cobra interjected, runnin a hand through his hair.
Romero ignored that at first, walking into the kitchen. “You don’t pick pussy over your fucking kid. We both know how high the chances are of the little shit being yours.”
“Why the hell do you care, anyway? You specifically told me you didn’t want Blue.”
Course, it was at that moment Blue herself was dragged down the stairs, Katya right behind her.
She was like an open book. She looked hurt, a little pissed, and then she saw Vitus and seemed to fit the pieces of what was going on together.
“What is happening?” Katya asked, placing a protective arm around Blue, just to be pulled away by an acolyte.
“Blue is going to spend some time with Vitus,” Romero replied.
At his words Blue immediately took a step back, but the acolytes prevented her from going anywhere.
“Please don’t make me do this,” she pleaded softly. Her struggle played out on her face when tears broke free.
I think my heart broke more because she didn’t try to fight. She accepted her circumstance with a swallow and a tense nod.
Katya, on the other hand, was down on the floor like a damn wildcat, bein restrained by the acolytes and cryin and yellin curse words in her native tongue. But she was the only one.
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