26. Xeraphine

26

Xeraphine

K arma tastes so fucking sweet, far sweeter than the expressions on their faces.

After what feels like an eternity on a very uneven road, we come to a stop. Dominic, the very obedient twin, rolls down the barrier between the driver and us as I commanded him to do, and asks that he stay parked until they are done. I play the damsel, seemingly completely out of it so that the driver won't be suspicious of what's going on, but I barely keep it together until we get into the old, abandoned lumberyard.

This place, known as their ‘Treehouse', stands with its weathered structures and silent machinery echoing the former days of productivity. The once vibrant hub of timber processing now lies in disrepair, with rusty saws and creaking conveyors telling tales of years left idle.

A layer of dust and cobwebs shroud the skeletal remains of the lumberyard office, its windows cracked and long-forgotten paperwork strewn across dilapidated desks. Nature, in its relentless reclamation, has begun to weave through the structure, with vines creeping up weathered timber stacks and reclaiming the open spaces.

The scent of aged wood still lingers in the air as I settle into my position, now mingled with the mustiness of neglect, and the smell of fear and metal. The frames of sheds cast long shadows, their roofs sagging under the weight of time and weather. Weather-beaten signs, barely holding onto their posts, swing eerily in the breeze, offering faded instructions that once guided bustling workers.

It's like the perfect horror scene, and I am the crazed serial killer, poised to fill the space with screams. Both Dominic and Dante stand like good boys in the middle of the clearing. I can see chains wrapped around poles and dried blood strewn across the floor.

The piercing scrape of the metal chair grating against the floor meshes with the muffled cries that are suppressed behind clenched lips. When I'm close enough, I turn the chair toward them, and step away.

"Dominic, sit here, my sweet."

Without hesitation, he moves and obeys my command. My eyes, shrouded in darkness, mute the already dim world around me as I glower at Dante.

"My name is Xeraphine, does that sound familiar? Answer the question, Dante," I say, walking slowly around his brother, my nails dragging across his shoulders. The absolute rapture taking hold of my body, knowing what I am about to do, makes my core throb and my Amoro thrive with elation.

"No." He swallows roughly.

"You reek of filthy lies," I hiss, "I can smell your energy. The name, Dante, where have you heard it?"

"We buried you." The tremble in his voice and rounded eyes, it's as though he's seeing a ghost. "You shouldn't be here…"

The scream from Dominic as he moves about in the chair makes Dante pull his gaze away from me.

I'm waiting for it, seeing it in his eyes. Ready for the plea. Give me everything, you piece of shit.

"Let my brother go," anger laces his words, "and release your hold over us. Allow me a fighting chance."

The slow smile that grows on my lips is accompanied by a laugh that bubbles out. I tilt my head and stare at him. I want him to continue, but Dante isn't the talker. Dominic is.

"Dominic, open your mouth and speak."

"You crazed cunt! We were just—"

"Shut your mouth, Dominic!" Dante spits.

I click my tongue against my teeth, "You do not make commands here, my sweet. Please, continue, Dominic."

"Telling her will do nothing!" he seethes .

"Put two fingers in your ass, Dante, and close your fucking mouth," I command and then turn to Dominic.

Straddling his thighs, I settle into his lap and run my nail across his throat, "Tell me, what was it that you were going to say?"

I hadn't commanded him to keep his hands off me, so when he reaches up and wraps his fingers around my throat, I grin. "Release me, Dominic." It's such a pleasure to watch him nearly cry as his hands do as I say.

"Tell me." Gently, I press my nail against the vein in his neck.

"We were just following orders," he says through a shaky breath. "It was Lars, I don't know his last name. I swear it, his was the only name we knew. That could not even be his name for all we know." He rambles through his sentences, barely keeping himself together. I can hear Dante in the back groaning and begging for relief. It's likely his clawed fingers didn't feel too good in his tight ass.

"Was Lars one of the five of you? Was he there?"

Dominic nods and closes his eyes, "Let us go."

I lean back and stand, "I'd ask if you truly believe you deserve to be let go, and you'd say yes. After what you did to me… what all of you did. Why, Dominic, why did you do it?"

"I…" He looks over my shoulder, seeking Dante's help. "We don't know."

It pisses me off that he's telling the truth. My entire body trembles, "Thank you for being honest with me. Now it's my turn to return the favor."

Moving my hand up, I peek over my shoulder, "Come here Dante." He steps to my side, and as he does, I twirl my fingers around, searching through his body. It wasn't difficult to find my blood in him. He and his brother were foolish to bite and allow as much of me inside them as they did. Even more reckless for Dante to have lathered his cock with it.

That bloody appendage I left hanging out of his pants begins to grow, and the look of fear in his rounding eyes turns me on.

"I don't know how many times you both raped me, but honestly, the number doesn't matter anymore."

I step aside, moving around Dominic and leaning over his shoulder, "Have you ever made your brother come down your throat, my sweet?" I grip his throat, "Open your mouth, Dominic, and suck your brother until he comes. "

My eyes dart to Dante, "Put your cock in your brothers mouth and fuck it raw." The rage that accompanies the command makes Dominic jump.

"You sick fucking bitch!" Dante screams as he steps toward us. I wrap my arms around his brother, keeping him steady as they both do as they are told.

Watching Dominic open wide as his brother slides his cock deep into his mouth, the gag accompanying his hilt meeting his lips, makes every part of me tremble with ecstasy.

"Good dogs." Only once he was choking his brother, did I lean back and watch as his hips begin to thrust forward.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes to the sounds that they were singing. This was the symphony I had been working ten years for, and I was the conductor. I want to bask in this, to allow my heart to race with joy that they are suffering as I had, but I need more.

In a single step, I appear behind Dante. He is too tall for me to lean into his ear and whisper, so I just speak to his back. "How does your brother's mouth feel, Dante?"

"Fuck you!" His voice is strained, enjoying what he is being given, even if by his own blood.

"You enjoy the way he is taking you, huh? Do you know what I enjoy?" I drag my nails up his back, pulling his shirt up as I do, drawing blood and piercing through into his muscle. "Knowing you are enjoying fucking your brother's mouth. I can smell it all over you."

A gag comes from Dominic and I know he just thrown up, the smell of alcohol and acid lacing my nose. "Grab his head and fuck him harder, Dante."

"I'm so sorry, I'm sorry—"

I'm sick, because as he does as command, I can hear Dominic begin to fight for air, and I'm thriving. They suffocated me during their torture, and seeing Dante now doing that to his brother, fucking turns me on.

"Good boy, now find that right movement, and come for your brother, Dante." His hips begin to move faster, and as they do, I step around him. Watching the pain and suffering in both of their faces; the tears, vomit and now cum all over Dominic's face make me, for the first time since being buried, want to cry.

I am addicted.

I need more of this revenge .

Fortunately for them, given the circumstances, their suffering will end.

"Dante, tuck your cock back into your pants and go get your driver. Only utter the words, ‘come inside', and walk back to me." I do have some morals, somewhere, and taking the life of someone that may not deserve it does pull a very thin string at my dying heart. However, is anyone really innocent in this world? I truly believe that Sydni is the only pure being to walk among us.

As Dante walks away, I settle into Dominic's lap. His head hangs low, the sobs coming from him as he tries to expel everything that has filled his mouth over the past five minutes is pathetic.

"How…" I'm surprised he can talk.

"How… what?" I run my fingers through his hair and pull his head back to look at me. "How did I get out? How did I find you? How am I still alive?"

He takes a breath, and I can tell it pains him, "Get out…"

I suck air through my teeth, "Because, Dominic, revenge is a fucking powerful motivator. Every single day I lay in that box I thought about killing you, your brother, and the other three that put me through those horrible things." My nail pushes into his chest, breaking through into the muscle and twisting, causing him to cry out.

"Do you want to know how many days I was in that tomb?"

His body vibrates and he shakes his head.

I was going to tell him anyway, "One hundred and eighty-six days. Alone and alive," I hiss. "I have worked for ten years to make you feel even a fraction of what I did."

The sound of dual footsteps pull me out of his lap, "Lucky for you, your suffering won't last as long as mine did."

Turning to see them approach, I smile, "Thank you for coming."

"Everything okay, Dominic? Dante?" I can see his hand on his hip where his pistol rests. How cute.

I stride over to him, an expression of pain and ache forced onto my face, "I told him I like all of my holes filled, but sadly they only have two cocks."

"Run—" Dominic tries to save someone's life, I'll at least give him credit for that.

Before the driver can register anything, I'm before him and slipping my fingers between his lips. "Shh," and as the little bit of blood slips into his system, I smile, "Just stand here in silence for now, my sweet. Your gun, though, I'll take that."

Without hesitation, he grabs hold of his pistol and places it into my extended hand. "Thank you."

"Dante." I look down at the weapon, and eject the magazine. "Tell your brother goodbye." I inspect it, counting the rounds nonchalantly, as if I don't have a care in the world.

"Please…" The sob that bubbles out of Dante surprises me, and I look up at him while popping the magazine back into the grip of the gun.

"Say goodbye to your brother, Dominic."

"Goodbye—" he coughs and through a shaky breath, finishes his final sentence. "Dante."

I pull back on the chamber, inspecting the cartridge present in it, before passing the loaded weapon to Dante. "Say goodbye to your brother, Dante," I demand.

"Goodbye, brother."

"Shoot your brother in the head, Dante."

"Don't make me—"

"Shoot your fucking brother in the head, Dante."

The sound of the gun firing echoes for what feels like eternity in the building around us. "Again," I demand, and another bullet fires from the barrel.

Dante screams and turns the gun on me, just as his finger is pressing against the trigger, I whisper, "Stop, Dante." My smile grows, and I bathe in the tears that flood down his face. To watch him kill his gentler brother, was everything I didn't know I needed in my life.

"Give me the gun, and get down on your knees…" Honestly, I don't think I need to force my influence on him anymore. I think he has given up, and understands no matter how much he fights, he will be joining his brother soon.

In a matter of seconds, the gun is in my hand and he is on his knees. His lips begin to move, and in a hushed tone, he begins to murmur a prayer.

"There is no God that would listen to someone like you, Dante." I raise the gun to his head. "Belial wouldn't even listen because I am said to be one of his children. Meaning you fucked with the ruler of the Beyond's daughter. You belong in no place after this world. The Vayl will not take you, and the Beyond will deny you passage. I hope you float in the abyss of nothingness until no part of you remains."

I've never been one for guns, because I could kill without question in so many different ways. However, now I need to act sloppy, and stop killing in the same manner.

I unloaded three rounds into his head, and then one into his chest.

The ensuing silence was deafening, yet I found myself submerged within it. My body trembles, the realization that two out of the five are now dead sends chills racing along every inch of my skin.

I only take a moment to myself before turning to the driver who had pissed himself in fear. "Do you have a family?" I ask while walking toward him.

"I… do…"

A soft sigh comes from me, "You should have really picked a different profession." I slice open my thumb and slip it between his trembling lips. "Suck, and swallow as much as you can. Hand me your phone and then don't move."

I holster his gun back into his belt and take his phone into my hand. While he sucks the blood from my finger, I open and dial the authorities. "Stay quiet for me."

I clear my throat.

"Sidence dispatch, what is your emergency?"

"Help me please!!" I scream, "This fucking driver has—NO! Please!" I pause, looking into the eyes of the man that is going to lose everything because of the people he chose to associate himself with. The fear in them is palpable, and a small part of me feels bad for having to do this to him.

"Ma'am!?" I hear the operator, his voice tinged with anxiety, "Who are you with? Stay on the phone, we are locking in on your location. Are you safe?"

"No…" I whisper. "He killed them. He killed them. He said—he said—oh Gods." What terrifies the driver more than what I was saying, is that while my tone mirrors pain and fear, my expression is impassive and unyielding. A shattered breath escapes my lips, "He's going to kill me… please help…"

"Authorities are on—"

I crush the phone in my hand and drop the shattered pieces to the ground.

A gurgling gag bubbles from his throat and I remove my finger from his mouth, "I'm going to give you a set of instructions."

"Why…"

"Such a useless question to ask, what is your name?" I gesture toward his weapon, "Wipe the gun off."

"Jonathan."

He does as I ask, and I slide what is left of my dress off, along with my panties. "I am going to say the word ‘cinnamon' and you are going to count to three, and shoot me in my heart. Three times should do it, and then in the head. Do you understand, Jonathan?"

He nods.

"Then, you are going to stand here until the authorities come, and when you hear the words ‘Put your hands in the air', you are going to put the barrel of the gun into your mouth and pull the trigger."

His knees tremble, fighting to stay standing.

"Do you understand, Jonathan?"

He nods only once.

"I will make—"

"Please… I have a daughter…" He is shaking so hard, I fear momentarily he won't be able to hold the gun steady.

I step to him, "I was someone's something, once. Revenge has no moral boundaries, I'm afraid. The abuse the Bastilla's put you through that finally made you snap will make the news. I'm sure their payout to your family will put your daughter through college, or whatever the fuck she wants to do."

Swallowing and taking a deep breath, I close my eyes. The silence and calm about to descend on me will be a welcome relief.

"Cinnamon, Jonathan."

Cinnamon and apples sound really nice right now…

"One…" I'll be asleep for a few hours.

"Two…" I wonder if he will make me a sandwich, I'm sort of hungry.

"Three…" Bang.