“I sure do. I always have something to play with.” I reply with a smirk.
Her giggles begin again as I pull out the switchblade from my back pocket and hand it to her.
“Y’all really are fucked up!” Richard screams as he tries to wiggle free from under Blue. It’s kind of hard to understand him. She did get his tongue, and it looks like the tip is missing. Probably hurts like a bitch.
“You have no fucking clue, Dick.” She says before opening the blade and running it across her tongue, blood beading up behind it. She laughs at his wide, shocked eyes before curling her finger at me. Beckoning me to her. I couldn't resist if I wanted to. She is my drug, and I’ll gladly overdose on her.
I drop to my knees beside her, and she latches onto my mouth as soon as I'm in reach, pushing her sweet coppery blood into my mouth. She tastes like magic and my last hope. I won't make it without her. Richard bucks under her trying like hell to get her off. I said, let's do this together, so I need to do my part.
Reaching down, I pin Dick’s shoulders to the ground while Blue explores every inch of my mouth with her blood covered tongue. I’m not about to stop her for Richard’s sake. Digging my fingers into some of the holes in his arm makes him go wild. Ayida’s sweet moan against my mouth lets me know she more than likes when I hurt my father.
“Damn Holder. We are gonna have to do this together more often.” Ayida's smile makes my dick swell even more. I’m going to be thinking of fucking her in a pool of blood for the rest of the day.
“Hold him for me? Please.” She asks so sweetly; you would think she was asking for a kiss. So, I bring my hands back to his shoulders to anchor him to the floor with all my weight and watch her drag the tip of her blade from the base of his throat down his chest.
“Did you hurt Winnie?” She asks him as she digs the blade into his belly button lightly. She is just playing with him. This is a cat and mouse game. Well… more like lion and mouse. He doesn't have a clue what he's in for.
“I just slapped her a bit. She was being a brat. Whatever happened before that wasn't me. She was probably running that goddamn smart mouth of hers. Even Holder learned how to shut the hell up early on. That girl just wouldn't learn.” Richard says like he is disappointed in my little sister. I can't stop myself from punching straight down into his ugly face and breaking his nose.
“Wrong answer, Dick.” Blue coos before slicing off his right nipple. Between his now broken nose and his mangled mouth, he can hardly scream. Ayida wipes up the blood now running down his side and wipes it across his face.
“Fuck princess. Do that again. Please.” I almost beg but stop myself. Dick doesn’t deserve to see that side of us.
“What? This?” She smiles mischievously before running the blade around Richard’s other nipple, making him squirm. She pulls the blade away, and his body relaxes just in time for her to slide the sharp steel through his nipple.
“Did you really think I would take it easy on you, Dick? I enjoy this. I only do this to truly vile people. So, I don't get a chance to do it often. I'm savoring it.” She says while wiping the blade clean on his hair.
Crawling off of his shaking body and brushing herself off, I have to stop and stare. It’s like time slows down, and I see her for what she really is. Standing in all her bloody glory, she is perfect. I’ll probably suffer a painful death as payment for my time with her, but I would suffer through every punishment imaginable for her.
“Here, we need to hurry up and get back with the others.” Her voice distracting me from my internal ramblings as she tosses my knife, making me let go of one of Dick’s shoulders. She’s right, but we have to do something with Richard.
“What about him?” I nod in his direction, but keep my eyes on her. It only takes a second for my grip to slip and Richard’s hand to come up and grab my knife. It was my own damn fault. Even hurt, he would try to fight back. I should have known better than to give him an inch.
I know better now as the blade sinks into my flesh.
Chapter Twenty: Ayida
“Holder!” My voice doesn't even sound like my own when I scream for my psycho man.
“I’m fine. It's just a flesh wound. I’m okay.” He answers while pulling out the blade lodged in his thigh.
“You son of a bitch! I was just going to shoot you and get it over with, but now you're going to really suffer.” I growl as I pick up the board with rusty nails protruding from it and stalk toward Dick. He is trying to pull his body with his one good arm. I can fix that.
“Let’s make you equal, Dicky-do.” I say between clenched teeth before bringing the board behind my head and swinging it down on his good arm. The nails slow the impact, but the feel of them sticking to his flesh as I pull back again is so satisfying. I swing again, harder this time. I hear the pop of his bone with the impact and move down to his back. I take a few swings at the flesh there, but it's not as fun, so I move down again to the back of his knees. This looks like a good place.
“Let me know how this feels.” I grit again as I swing. If his howls are any sign, it hurts. I swing two more times before he rolls over to his side in the fetal position. He is trying to protect his legs, which seems a little ironic since that’s where he just stabbed his son.
“Holder, babe, do you feel like holding his legs?” I ask without taking my eyes off Dick.
“I feel like doing more than that.” He growls before going to the office chair Winnie was tied to, and grabs the rope still wrapped around it. Walking back to Richard and me, he kicks him back over to his stomach and stands with his feet on either side of Dick’s body before bending over and slipping the rope around Dick’s neck and placing his foot in the middle of his back.
“Contest time, Princess. Who can kill my sorry excuse for a father first?” He says with a smile before kissing me hard on the mouth.
“Challenge accepted.” I smile back at him before moving to Dick’s head. Holder pulls the rope taut, causing Dick’s head to lift off the ground, and his hands start to claw at the rope digging into his throat. He is in the perfect position now. I pull the board back and swing with everything I have in me. All the hate and sorrow. My mind wants to wander back to my mother's lifeless body and Old Man bloody in my arms, but I pull back to the present. This is my justice. I will get every drop.
The nails sink into his eye and cheek, but I don't leave it there long. I pull back and swing again. This one lands on the side of his face and part of his ear. I swing over and over as Holder pulls harder. I find myself staring at his sleek, muscled body, and he chokes his father easily. He has waited a long time for this. I swing once more and leave the nails sitting in Dick’s eye socket.
“I'm here with you. Always. Let's end this.” I say breathlessly as I go to stand behind him and place my hands on his, and my face against his back. I can feel his body shaking, but not from strain. I know this feeling. I have it too- it’s relief. We will finally have some relief. He pulls harder, and then it happens. The snap. It's audible. The feeling vibrates down the rope into our hands. He is gone, His spinal cord severed from his brain. And likewise, Richard is now severed from our lives and this earth. He is already rotting in Hell.