Koyn

by K. Webster

  Putnam doesn’t seem fearful of the prospect of having Dragon sodomize him, just pissed. Well, fuck him. This is my show and he has to stay until the end. He’ll endure whatever fucked up plans I have for him.

  “Do you miss him?” I ask Hadley as I point at Putnam.

  She turns her head up to look at me, hate shining in her eyes. “No.”

  “But you fucked your dead boyfriend’s daddy, didn’t you, Pageant Girl?”

  Hadley shakes her head, tears leaking down her pretty, angelic face. A tide of anger begins rising around me, threatening to drown me at any moment.

  “Are you lying, sweet girl?”

  “I never fucked him.” Her bottom lip wobbles. “He fucked me.”

  Putnam howls through the tape when Dragon viciously cuts his ear off. With a roar, he heaves it across the room toward the fire.

  “You mean to tell me the rapist pig also raped you?” My words are deceptively calm as I cradle her soft face with my hand that shakes with rage.

  “I didn’t want it, Koyn. I was scared.”

  Another scream. Another ear.

  Good Dragon.

  I run my thumb along her wet, tearstained cheek and then bring it to my tongue so I can taste her salty sadness. “What I want to know is why your daddy would allow Putnam to defile you. Was this a part of the trade? Was this business or personal?” I arch a brow at Genworth, who glowers at me. “Did Daddy even know his precious princess was getting tainted by a sick sonofabitch?”

  “I don’t know,” she whimpers.

  The hateful look on Genworth’s face tells me he knew. Probably fucking okayed it. I’ll deal with him soon. For now, I want to make Putnam suffer.

  Dropping my hand from Hadley’s face, I stalk over to Putnam. Dragon offers me his knife, but I use my own. Big. Gnarly. Lethal. I don’t want to kill him…yet. I want him to bleed. I want him to hurt. I want him to fucking cry.

  “Hold him,” I bark out. “He’s going to squirm.”

  I rip off the tape on his mouth and stick it to the side of the chair before unsheathing my knife. Putnam starts cursing up a storm.

  “You can torture me to death, but I will always be the man who fucked your wife in the ass before I stabbed her to death. I’ll always be in your nightmares as you relive me raping your daughter’s tight, virgin, teenage cunt—ahhhh!”

  His words are cut off and followed by a scream the moment I grab his scraggly beard and start sawing. I dig the blade into the side of his face near where his ear once was, just deep enough to carve off his skin, taking the beard with it. I slice along his jaw bone, the blade scraping against the hardness of it. As I pull on his beard, lifting the skin, I’m able to slice off his skin, only leaving the meaty muscle in his cheeks visible. Blood gushes all over the fucking place and it’s beautiful. Vengeance is a beautiful color. His screams go silent as he passes out from the pain. I continue my sawing all the way to the other ear hole. Once I have his slab of skin and beard in my grip, I pry open his mouth and shove the messy shit inside. This wakes him up, making him gag and groan. I grab the strip of tape, but my hands are too bloody to make use of it.

  “Tape,” I hiss out, nodding at Payne, who hovers nearby, violence gleaming in his eyes. He rips away a long strip of the duct tape and then circles around Putnam’s head, sealing up all the bleeding face wounds and keeping all that skin and hair and shit in his mouth. Dude looks like something straight from a horror movie.

  I can hear Hadley gagging from behind me, but I pay her no mind. My focus is on Putnam. On what he did to Ellie and Blaire…and Hadley. He’s a monster. One who needs eliminating.

  “I want him to suffer,” I bellow, my words echoing off the walls around us. “I want him to fucking suffer.”

  Dragon smirks at me. “I’m not putting my dick inside this piece of shit.”

  We share a dark look. Wordlessly, he begins cutting through the tape that holds Putnam to the chair. He’s too weak to fight Dragon. Dragon manhandles Putnam over the side of the chair and starts yanking down his pants. I walk over to where I can see him and squat right in front of him. Putnam’s eyes are wide and pain filled. Stark fear shines in them. It’s so reminiscent of the look on my daughter’s face that I want to scream in victory.

  But the war hasn’t been won yet.

  “Make him hurt, Dragon.”

  Dragon nods and then swiftly swings his fist. The same fist holding his knife. Right into Putnam’s worthless ass. Literally. Putnam squeals like a pig at slaughter—fitting as we’re in the old slaughterhouse. Dragon withdraws the knife and a splat of blood hits the dirty floor. Then, he stabs him again. Right in the fucking asshole. I take pleasure in the way Putnam’s face—what little skin remains—pales and his eyes roll back. He’ll be dead soon. I wish I could make it last longer.

  “I think he’s had enough,” I tell Dragon. “I think he’s going into shock. He’s shivering. Put him by the fire to warm him up.”

  Dragon’s face curls into a sinister smile. “You got it, Prez.”

  He shoves Putnam back into the chair and Payne assists in taping him back down. Blood drips down in rivers from the chair that’s no doubt leaking from his ass. Dragon stuck him like the pig Putnam is. Together, Dragon and Payne carry the chair over to the fire. They sit him halfway in the fire. It’ll take him a bit to burn.

  The screams coming from him now are fucking wonderful. I close my eyes and revel in the sounds. I feel vindicated somewhat. I’ll never be able to undo what happened to Ellie and Blaire, but there’s no other way I’d rather see him die. I reopen my eyes, marveling over the way his clothes catch fire. How his head smokes. How he squirms in a desperate attempt to escape despite his life-threatening injuries. The room fucking stinks like burning hair and human flesh, but I don’t care. Hadley wretches over and over again, choking on vomit and tears. I give Bermuda a nod to go check on her. When my eyes meet Genworth’s finally, I don’t see arrogance or fury or coolness.

  I see fear.

  Total, utter fear.

  It’s so fucking addictive, I want to drink it up. Put it in a vial and shoot it into my veins. Light it up and suck it into my soul. Though I’ve dreamed of his death for far less of a time, I feel every bit as desperate to have it. The moment I discovered he was the mastermind behind it all, I wanted to end him in the worst possible way.

  “Putnam made me watch as he raped my little girl,” I tell Genworth, though he already knows this. “On your command. You know I’m going to force you to watch what I’m going to do to your girl.”

  Genworth’s nostrils flare and then he closes his eyes.

  Just like I’d closed mine, unable to watch what Putnam did to Blaire.

  “Dragon,” I snarl. “He’s going to watch. He’ll be forced to watch. Payne, hold his head.”

  My guys don’t disappoint. Rather than holding his eyes open, Dragon grabs one of Genworth’s eyelids, pulls it away from the eyeball, and carefully cuts off his upper lid. Genworth screams like a little bitch. Where Putnam was used to a rough life, Genworth is a fucking pussy who hides behind money as a thin veil of power. Putnam continues to cook, completely silent now. Genworth, though, is the one bellowing through his tape now. Dragon makes quick work of removing Genworth’s other eyelid.

  He looks creepy as fuck with no eyelids and blood running down his cheeks.

  Creepy, but I still let loose a dark, satisfied laugh.

  “Hadley, come here,” I growl out, holding my hand out toward her.

  Bermuda gives her a pat on the back before urging her to walk toward me. She seems so tiny in my huge hoodie. Her dark hair is messy and wild. The poor girl is white as a fucking sheet like she might pass out at any moment. Which means she’s really not going to like this.

  “Get on your knees, little princess. Show your daddy who you worship now.”

  Genworth yells through his tape. I ignore him.

  She sways as she starts to get on her knees. I reach out, gripping her shoulders, and steady her
. Then, I guide her down to her knees. Her hands are shaky and weak. I save her the efforts and unbutton my jeans. Once the fly is unzipped, I run my bloody fingers through her hair.

  “Suck, PG.”

  She looks up at me with teary eyes. I expect to hear her beg me to let her rest or escape or something. Her eyes plead with me to keep her. To fucking love her. Before I can decide what I want to do, her plump, dry lips wrap around my dick. Genworth throwing a fucking fit makes it all worth it. I’d originally wanted to fuck her right in front of him, but then I decided I didn’t want that. I didn’t want them all to see. Even villains have fucking standards.

  I groan when her tongue rubs against the underside of my dick. My fingers fist in her hair. Our eyes meet. Without words, I warn her. Her fingernails dig into my jeans, bracing herself. I let out a pleased grunt as I skullfuck her. I shove my dick in her little mouth, past the sharp sting of her teeth, and down her wet, tight throat. My girl gags and sobs, but she takes my dick like it’s her goddamn job. She chokes and I feel hot vomit rush up her throat around my dick and damned if it doesn’t feel fucking good. Quickly, I pull out, letting her deal with her situation. Despite the vomit running down her chin, she grabs my dick and strokes me.

  Good girl.

  Good fucking girl.

  I’m going to come all over her pretty, ruined face. Mark her in front of her daddy. Show him who she belongs to now.

  “Beg for it, baby girl.”

  “Please,” she whimpers.

  “You want me to make you messy, hmm? You want me to make you mine?”

  She nods, stroking me harder. “I want to be yours…Daddy.”

  My nuts seize up and cum jets all over her face. This girl is going to need a long, hot shower if she makes it out of here alive. Thoughts of her naked in the shower as I wash away every dirty part on her has my chest tightening in response.

  I want to keep her.

  As soon as my dick stops twitching with my release, I pull away from Hadley. She doesn’t wipe away the mess that’s on her face. Simply stares up at me with a hopeful expression. One that pleads for me to protect her and love her.

  “Look, Genworth,” I taunt as I put my dick away. “Your little girl chooses me over you. Why the fuck would the little princess want to be my little whore?” I nod at Filter. “Take his tape off.”

  Seconds later, Genworth is yelling at me.

  “YOU MOTHERFUCKER! SHE’S MINE!”

  I arch a brow at him. “Wasn’t your cock she was sucking, now, was it?”

  The yelp that comes from Hadley is one that cuts right down to the bone. I jerk my head to look at her. My words physically pained her. Her entire body trembles with fear. Not of me. Of him. She buries her face against my shirt, hugging me around my waist from her position on her knees. I can’t help but caress her hair with my sticky, bloody fingers.

  “Stand up, Hadley,” I say so soft only she can hear.

  She trembles as she rises, weak and ruined. I hug her to my chest, ignoring Genworth’s ranting. My mouth finds her ear.

  “Your daddy hurt you?”

  A sharp nod.

  “Your daddy fuck you?”

  A sob.

  “You didn’t want that, did you?”

  A shake of her head.

  These words are just for us. Not my guys. Not Genworth. Not the dead ass motherfucker cooking in the fire. Just us.

  “We can’t let him live, can we? Not after what he did to my girls. All of you.”

  She sags against me. “W-We c-can’t.”

  “Do you want to hurt him?”

  “Yes,” she breathes.

  “Dragon,” I bark out. “Bring me your knife.”

  Dragon, eyes glittering with interest, hands over his blade. I put it in Hadley’s hand. Gripping her jaw that’s smeared with vomit and cum, I admire her face. Her brown eyes no longer stream with tears. No, they are bright with hate and violence.

  “You’re so fucking blind,” Genworth bellows. “Can’t even see the big picture. You’ve lost your game, old man. You’re not on top of shit like you used to be. I am where I am because I figured out how to play this game. You’re nothing but a loser.”

  “Keep fucking talking,” I warn.

  Genworth sneers. “You have a rat in your ranks. One I easily discovered while you had your thumb up your ass.”

  I tense and dart my eyes to Filter. His expression is unreadable. When Genworth glances at Dragon in a knowing way, I bristle. Not Dragon. Dragon simply smiles—dark, evil, taunting. He’s the villain you read about in all the books growing up. He’s a dragon, not a rat, though.

  “While it’s been fun playing Clue,” I mutter, “I’m not in the mood for games. I’m in the mood for torture and pain. Make him suffer, baby girl.”

  She pulls away, wobbling slightly, and then walks over to him. A hush falls over the room as she stands there, staring, like something right out of a horror movie with her knife in hand at her side.

  “Hadley, sweetheart—” Genworth starts.

  His words are cut off when she slices his cheek. He yelps and then starts moving his mouth a mile a minute, pleading for her mercy. Begging. Making every promise in the book.

  “It was an accident,” he sobs when she slices along his throat, but not deep enough to nick a good vein. “You have to believe me. I was sad about your mother. You look just like her. Then—”

  She stabs him right in the mouth, the small blade piercing his tongue. Blood sprays out, dirtying up my girl even more. With a shriek, she yanks the blade out, sending a hunk of his tongue flying.

  Everyone remains still as we watch Hadley go fucking crazy. The knife is small enough that she probably won’t hit anything that’ll kill him—just everything that will hurt. I lose count after fifty stabs of the knife. Chest. Face. Shoulders. Neck. Stomach. Thighs. Dick. Dick. Dick. Dick. Pride surges through me as she mutilates his cock through his slacks, punishing him for using it against her. He’s a bloody mess, groaning and begging for his daughter to stop. I think she’d keep going if she had the energy, but she stumbles over to the mattress and falls into a heap.

  I walk over to Genworth, admiring her work. I know it hurts like a bitch.

  “Take his balls,” I tell Dragon, tossing him my knife. “Make him fucking eat them.”

  While Dragon takes evil delight in cutting off Genworth’s pants, I kneel down beside Hadley. I turn her body so she can watch what Dragon does to her father. Lying down, I curl up against her, pulling her to my chest so I can keep her safe and make her feel protected.

  Dragon manages to grab hold of Genworth’s balls and saws right through the thin, sensitive flesh that holds them onto his body. Hadley gags again as Dragon starts shoving the bloody, hunk of hairy balls into Genworth’s mouth. He uses the butt of my knife to cram the shit down his throat. Before he can throw them back up, Payne is there, taping his mouth shut much like he did Putnam.

  I watch as my men take turns fucking with Genworth. Stabbing. Kicking. Taunting. Torturing. As much as I’d love to make him suffer more at my own hand, I much prefer what my hand has chosen to do. It splays over Hadley’s bare stomach beneath the hoodie in a protective, possessive way.

  Mine.

  She’s mine.

  She and our baby.

  Nothing can change that. Not anymore.

  Dragon and Filter this time drag the chair of the near dead Genworth over to the fire. Putnam is charred and smoking. They place Genworth right beside him so he can burn alive for whatever moments remain in his ridiculous life. As he dies, a peace washes over me.

  Fucking finally.

  And then all hell breaks loose when Stormy bursts into the slaughterhouse.

  “FBI! Nobody move!”

  Hadley

  I sit up on my elbow and stare in confusion. Standing in the doorway with her gun drawn and two people with her, Stormy glares at Koyn, who’s still lying beside me.

  It feels like only a bit ago, she was in the kitchen with me
. Bermuda made me a sandwich, and then he took me upstairs. She must have slipped away sometime after that.

  “Stormy?” I croak.

  “Agent Brenda Gale,” Stormy says in a fierce tone. “Everyone on their knees, hands behind their backs. Hadley, honey, I need you to make your way over here.”

  Koyn’s arm tightens around me. “Agent Gale,” Koyn barks out. “Hadley stays with me.” I can feel murderous rage rippling from him as hot as the fire from where two bodies cook. “Run along, Stormy, before I sic Filter on you.”

  “No,” Stormy says sharply, her gaze hardening. “I thought I could do this, but I can’t watch you ruin this girl. You’ll kill her.” She lifts her chin. “She’s pregnant with your kid, but that doesn’t mean her life needs to end.”

  “What do you want from me?” Koyn demands. “Spit it the fuck out. You take Hadley and I’ll find a way to take her back. You know this.”

  “I want you to go to prison where you belong,” Stormy barks back.

  Koyn slowly stands, pulling me up with him. Probably wise putting me between him and the undercover agent considering I’m the one she’s trying to save.

  “Where’s your backup?” Koyn asks. “Just these two?”

  “It’ll be enough until the rest arrive,” she says, false confidence in her tone.

  “Hmm,” is all he says in return.

  “Please don’t kill her,” I whisper.

  “Why are you investigating me, Stormy?” Koyn demands, ignoring my words. “Why can’t you leave it well enough alone?”

  Movement catches my eye. Filter steps forward, anger burning from him.

  “You fucking played me, Stormy? Why?”

  Her lips press together. She won’t look at him. Her eyes are trained on me.

  “It’s my job,” she yells out. “You were the closest I could get.”

  “But why do you want Koyn?”

  “Not Koyn—” she starts and gets cut off by two deafening shots.

  Bang. Bang.

  The two agents beside her go down. Stormy’s eyes widen in fear.

  “Me,” Copper growls from behind her. “She’s investigating me. Am I right, Agent Gale?”