“And her birthday was last month. I asked her what she wanted weeks in advance, she didn’t want anything. In fact- when I first mentioned her birthday, she had an episode because some sick twisted fuck thought it was splendid to rape a woman from ages twelve to twenty-one.”
I brought the whip down on him, the satisfying crack, and his screams were heaven to my ears.
“But you want to know something? She did end up asking for something. Wanna know what my mate asked for? Huh?”
Silence again, only disrupted by the sound of heaven.
“She asked for her copy of our sonogram. A framed version of our triplets. The first time we saw them.”
I cracked it right across his cheek and he cursed out. His cheek split and he spat out blood.
“But- wanna know what happened at three twenty-one this morning? Our baby boy was pronounced dead because some fucktard decided to ruin my mate’s reproductive system by violating her for twelve innocent years of her life.”
I was expecting silence- but what did I hear? A laugh. He was chuckling. His shoulders shook as his face scrunched up.
Zaxton was livid.
“G-good, little slut got what was coming for her…” his dehydrated self choked out.
My vision went red. Zaxton slipped through me and a growl left my lips that shook the whole room. I saw him shake.
Then I burst out laughing. Sarcastically dying of laughter. I slapped my knee for some added effect.
“Oh! You think this is funny?” I laughed out loud, “Fantastic! Really! Makes this so much better!” I got up and threw the whip outside the door and grabbed my weapon of choice for this lovely act.
A wondrous knife in the shape of a stiff scraper, except the blade, was extremely sharp. It could slice off your wrists just by looking at it. I love it.
I walked right over to him and grabbed his throat. My claws dug into his neck- not enough to kill him, just draw blood.
… Like I’d kill him this soon. Ha!…
“Little slut got what was coming for her? Yeah? You think? I think someone had their small little pecker where it didn’t belong.” I dug my hand down his chest to his pants. I tore them off with one movement. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I grinned.
“What? Are you gonna fuck me? Babykins doesn’t hit right anymore? Always knew you were kinda fag-ish!” Even though he tried to act bold, he was shaking and his eyes weren’t hiding how scared he was. I smiled wider.
“I’m gonna love doing this! How about you get a taste of your own medicine, yeah? Wanna know how she felt? I got to get rid of part of the problem- you know?” I gripped my knife harder as I grabbed his jaw and brought his disgusting, beady eyes to meet mine.
… I hate your fucking guts…
“This never did you any good, brought a whole lot of pain to my mate.” And with that, I brought the knife straight down on his base.
I watched with a smile as his face scrunched in agony- a scream ripped past his lips and I brought the knife all the way down.
… Snip snap, should’ve kept your dick in your pants…
( ‘Make him pay!’ )
“See, I don’t think you ever stopped when Violet screamed,” I grabbed his cut off dick and shoved it right in his mouth- bloody and everything.
He started to choke, blood getting on me and I laughed, then stood up. I walked, leaving him to scream and cry and gag.
… Shouldn’t have touched my mate…
( ‘He will burn in fucking hell!’ )
… Yes, he will!…
Stole not only my Flower’s happiness but also her innocence, right to reproduce, and her pup. Our pup. My happiness.
I walked out of the cellars, my pants and hands were coated in his blood, I think next week I’ll feed him his balls- or maybe I should save that. I should’ve stopped by the pack house to wash off but I was already near Garret’s house. I knocked on his door and he immediately answered.
“Derek? What the hell?” I went to walk past him but he didn’t move. I glared at him and he rolled his eyes, stepping aside.
“I’m going to go take a shower,” I started to walk to my spare room in his house and he started shouting at me.
“Don’t fucking tract blood on the carpet! It smells and Hannah will beat my ass!” I waved my hand.
“Yeah, whatever!”
I showered quickly and got dressed walking out.
“Hannah at your place?” Garret asked as he grabbed a glass of rum.
“Yeah,” he offered me a glass and I nodded. I don’t have alcohol in my house because of my Flower. It made her uncomfortable. Things that make her feel that way I try to steer clear of.
He handed me the drink as he sighed. “That woman,” he shook his head as he took a sip, “she never tells me where she’s going. It’s irritating as hell.”
“I don’t have that problem,” I shrugged as I shot the rum. “Violet doesn’t like to be left alone. Of course, with expectations.”
“Yeah, I know,” he grumbled, “she doesn’t like me anymore.” Garret refilled his drink and sighed. “I get it though, oh! Hey man, look I heard about this morning-”
“Yeah, I don’t want to talk about it.” I shut him down imminently, I felt rage simmer in me.
“Okay. Well, have you figured out what you’ll do?”
“Violet and I haven’t talked about it yet.” I cleared my throat. It was hard to talk about if I’m being completely honest. I stayed up for hours after Violet fell asleep just crying about it. It was the guilt of everything.
“I’m sorry man,” he held out his hand and I grabbed it as he pulled me into a hug. He patted my back before we pulled away. “What about the infertility issue?”