Chapter 32

Chapter Thirty-Two Ryder

She’s absolutelyinsane and I fucking love her for it.

I’ve never seen her look quite as enthralled as she is while watching Kade and Luca chop off their shriveled dicks. Kade takes it a step further and removes the balls from Bernard’s body as well, making Scar’s smile turn almost feral. I quite like that smile.

Maybe we should add disembowelment as well. She might like that. Seems messy, but I bet Declan could do it.

Luca’s malevolent smile is one I’ve never seen before and I can’t help but chuckle as he and Kade work together to pry open Bernard’s jaw and force the useless, bloody handful of Schroder’s flesh into his open mouth.

Scar pulls away from Declan’s chest and walks up to her former dean, her eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches her torturers fall prey to their own misdeeds. She stops in front of him and bends over to lean her face into his. Her ass looks fucking good in those jeans. Right. Not the point right now.

“You can keep crying, but you should know, your tears only turn us on more.” Scar’s finger traces through the tears trailing down Bernard’s face, wiping them up before slowly sucking on her finger. My dick twitches in my pants. “Makes us want to see how far we can push you. Makes us crave your tears more. Isn’t that right, Dean?” Her voice goes from a sultry purr to a venomous growl. “Isn’t that how you all felt that night?”

Fury is like liquid magma as it burns through my system. The pain they put her through, the way they loved it. Every little bit more she reveals makes her revenge all the more beautiful to me. I don’t need to know all the horrors of that night to know they deserve every inch of the vengeance she dishes out.

Scar’s blade glints in the light as she holds it up to his face again. He chokes on a whimper as blood and saliva dribble from his mouth and attempts to pull away from her. She follows him, lightly tracing her knife down his cheek.

“Surprisingly enough, I don’t even think that night was the worst of your sins. Was it? No,” she drawls, digging the tip of the blade under his eye. He screams behind the cock, making himself choke further. He tries to spit it out to be able to breathe again and I’m moving even before Scar can.

Picking up the discarded gag, I wink at Scar as she digs the knife in deeper, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. Not that it helps him. I slip around her and put the gag back in place, making sure he has to keep that dick in place.

Scar hums her approval as blood fills his eye socket. “Your sins after that night were even worse. Don’t you agree?” She doesn’t stop digging the knife in until he nods. “That’s right,” she praises. “The way you isolated me, judged me. Made the place where every student should feel safe become my own personal hell. Then blamed me all for it. Your damage went far past that night.” His body convulses as she removes her blade. “I’d cut your tongue out for all the lies you’ve told, but I rather like knowing the last thing you will ever taste is another man’s cock and blood.” She wipes the blood from her knife on his shirt. “At least you’ll go out together.”

Veins pop from Bernard’s hands and forearms where he squeezes the arms of the chair we’ve tied him to. A small comfort, I’m sure, when his whole body is radiating pain. Not enough, though. I drop to my knees in front of him and chug the rest of my water before tossing the bottle behind me. Scar pauses from turning her attention to Schroder to watch what I’m up to. Better make it entertaining for her.

I twirl my blade between my fingers as I enjoy the trembling beginning all over again. “You’re too comfortable for my liking,” I murmur low. Let’s take away some of what’s grounding him. Using the tip of my blade, I split each of his knuckles open, ensuring every time he clenches his fists it will only cause him more pain. It’s still not enough, though. I drop my blade and pull pliers from my backpack. Oh good, I have another water bottle in here too. I couldn’t remember how many I had brought. Let’s deal with this first though. There will be plenty of time for everything else.

Classics are a classic for a reason. While less creative than shoving dicks down their throats or carving words into their flesh, removing fingernails is always a surefire way to cause agony. Especially as he continues to try and pull his hands free from the restraints. Every small movement will send more and more torment through him. Just as he deserves.

I almost wish I could hear his cries and screams. The muffled shouts behind his gag just aren’t quite the same. Knowing what he’s choking on is worth it, though.

Scar kisses my head as I drop the third fingernail to the floor in front of her feet, then makes her way back to Schroder. He’s been left alone for a little too long. It’s his turn to endure some suffering. I’ll keep this one occupied.

Kade and Luca have already stuffed Bernard’s dick down Schroder’s throat and tied the gag over it. He’s just ready and waiting for Scar to continue her fun. After all, that’s all he’s good for now. Her entertainment. Her pleasure. Her revenge.

She flutters from one demon to the next, like a butterfly flying from flower to flower. The only difference is she leaves behind a trail of blood and agony.

“I never should have expected anything but this from you,” she whispers as she approaches Schroder again. “You were always so close to Donahue and my father. Of course you would be cut from the same filthy, disgusting cloth. Twisted and depraved just like them.” Her blade sinks into his hand where it holds the arms of his chair. “Too bad I learned from the best. It makes my revenge so much fucking sweeter being the biggest monster in the room.”

Schroder loses several fingers and toes after that. Watching her work is one of my greatest joys in life. Never would I have thought my life would lead me here, but somehow amidst all the blood and chaos is where I feel the most at home.

“Can’t have them bleeding out too soon,” Declan soothes Scar as he kisses her forehead, carefully avoiding the blood smeared over her face. She nods her approval and both Schroder and Bernard pass out as Declan cauterizes the worst of their wounds.

Scar cackles, making me smile. Noah is quick to bring back out the smelling salts, forcing both men awake. They don’t deserve to find peace in the darkness of their minds, but Scar has already moved on. Back to the beginning. Back to the man who started it all.

Donahue has sat quietly, straining against his ropes but making no progress and no noise. He’s held his composure better than the other two, but that isn’t saying much. His wounds bleed freely, but not enough to be a concern. Yet. Glass shards are embedded in his skin, something Scar notices immediately. She uses the back of her favorite knife to press some of the shards deeper into his skin. A muffled groan escapes from behind the gag.

“I hate your fucking eyes,” Scar muses as she continues to tap along all the glass in his skin. “I want to carve them out of your fucking head and make you swallow them.” He tries to lean away from her, but has nowhere to go. How amusing. His fear permeates the air, giving me a high as adrenaline rushes through my blood. “But then you wouldn’t be able to enjoy the show I’ve worked so hard to put together for you.” Her blade moves deftly from hand to hand as she tosses it back and forth.

She nods to herself, making a decision. One hand grips the back of his chair as the other wraps tightly around the black hilt of her blade. “Guess that’s why God gave you two eyes.”

Charles begins to laugh and I can’t help but join him as Scar carves out one of Donahue’s eyes. Even the gag isn’t capable of smothering his cries as she does. When he passes out, I grab my extra water and chug half of it before moving to Scar’s side and dumping the rest on his head. I’ve had enough water to be okay. His singular eye snaps open, none of the clarity or sharpness left in his gaze. He’s barely holding on to the last bit of his sanity now. All three of them have been reduced to nothing more than the dirt under her shoes. Useless and small. Powerless. Just as Scar needed them to be.

“I’m ready to share,” Scar announces and attention snaps to her. She lifts a bag from where she dropped it earlier and begins to pull out blades, handing the first one to me, before moving around the room. When she stops in front of a very pale Charles, we all hold six knives in our possession. Most of mine are strapped to the holster on my waist and I toss the remaining one in the air before catching it by the hilt. They have a good weight to them. Sturdy, but comfortable. Easy to toss and move.

Scar smacks her head. “Forgot something. Hold please.”

I tilt my head as she walks first up to Schroder and rips his shirt from him. At least she doesn’t climb into his lap like she was doing earlier. Don’t really care that she was in control, still wasn’t a fan of her being that close to them. Touching them. In his lap. I’m much more jealous than I thought I would ever be.

Scar leans over him, using one of the blades she kept for herself to carve a large daisy over his chest and stomach. Curiosity pricks at me, but I hold off on asking any questions. She’ll explain when she’s ready. As she finishes the last petal, I expect her to move on to Bernard, but doesn’t. She continues to carve something on Schroder.

The blade weighs in my hands and I study the ones at my waist again before looking at the ones in everyone else’s hands. They’re the exact same. I squint my eyes to see what else she’s drawing on the daisy. It takes a few petals before I finally catch on to her plan. I toss my blade up again. Yup, they have enough weight to be perfect as throwing knives.

Numbers.

What a perfect way to keep score.

The others begin to catch on as she repeats the process with Bernard before turning back to us. “Now I’m ready to share.” All six of us have two of our new blades in hand, waiting for her command. Our goddess of vengeance. Her twisted games and depraved desires. “Two shots per body. You have to call out a number for those two, or a letter for Donahue. Points for accuracy but any kill shots won’t be allowed in my bed for a month.” She smirks as we groan, but Charles just shrugs.

“Not much of a punishment for me.”

She glares at him and rolls her eyes. “I’ll make you clean up dead bodies for a month.”

Now he groans, even as the sound makes him pale more. He’s putting on a brave face, but he’s in a lot of pain and barely holding on. Scar must see it too, because she looks to Declan for confirmation that he’s really okay. I realized how much she truly loves him when I saw her fear and panic for him. None of us should be surprised, when Scar loves, she does it fiercely. Declan reassures her silently and she continues. “Winner gets to light the match on this bitch.”

With that last rule in place, Scar whirls on her feet and throws her first knife at Schroder. “10,” she calls as soon as she releases it from her fingers. To no one’s surprise, it sinks in exactly where she called, just between the one and zero carved into the last petal. Groans sound as she took the smallest target at the center of the daisy, gaining her the most points for her first throw. Kade comes in a close second, Luca and I tie, then D, then Noah, and lastly Charles. I’ve seen him train and he’s at least as good as Declan, but his aim and power definitely aren’t as good due to his injury.

Scar wins first again with Bernard and Kade accuses her of cheating, making her guffaw. But we all know she needs to be the one to light the match anyways. He’s too busy giving her a hard time, he doesn’t realize that Luca and I both take our turns, claiming the best targets. Luca edges me out just slightly enough to take second place, but at least I beat Kade this time. Noah and D tie with their throws and I’m impressed with how much Noah has improved. He spends the least amount of training, preferring to be behind a screen. Pretty sure he would beg out of training altogether if Scar didn’t force the issue. Charles waves off his turn. Probably saving his strength for the one who really matters to him.

Saving the best for last. Donahue has been her biggest demon. The one who has haunted and hunted her the most. Without him, she may have even been able to heal from that night. The other two most likely would have never continued to pursue her.

“First C,” she says softly before throwing her first knife. It’s barely even stuck before she adds, “M,” with a smirk and lets her second blade fly. I roll my eyes when both blades find their marks flawlessly. Couldn’t expect anything less from her. My competitive nature almost makes me forget we are using human dartboards as our targets. But the muffled whimpers bring that joyful little detail to the forefront of my mind once more.

I watch as Charles climbs to his feet and sways a bit. Noah steps up to hold him steady. There’s more power behind his first throw than I thought was possible with the state he’s in, but he doesn’t even bother to call out where he’s aiming. His energy is all going towards causing as much pain as possible without killing his father. Something I can respect.

Noah hands him his last two blades. “You need this more than I need points in a game we all know who’s winning.” Charles smiles, but his hand shakes as he takes the offered knives. Both easily find Donahue’s flesh, sinking in all the way to the hilt. His face grows more and more ashen with each throw, his breathing becoming heavier as he leans more and more on Noah. But the gleam in his eyes at the betrayal in his father’s must make it worth it.

The rest of us take our turns, not even really keeping score anymore. We all just enjoy watching him writhe in pain as each knife strikes him. As soon as we’re all done, Scar tells us to leave the knives in place as we get everything ready. It’s as D said, can’t have them bleeding out too soon.

Rachel, Holden, Ian, Jade, and Joe join us in the foyer with cans of gasoline. We each take one and spread out around the house, pouring it on curtains, rugs, and furniture. Soaking it into the very bones of the house to ensure nothing but ash is left of this castle of terrible memories. We work our way through every room of every floor until we make it back to the office where Declan stayed with Charles. He looks even worse than when we left. We need to pick up the pace.

Scar kicks Donahue’s chair back, letting it crash and splinter on the floor. I kick Bernard’s chair over in the same manner while Kade follows suit with Schroder. Working together, we drag the three of them together and cut the restraints free of them. Scar works quickly as she pulls each knife free with a twist. Making sure each and every wound is capitalized on.

None of them have the strength to fight back or even move with their newfound freedom. Each one has lost hope and submitted to their fate. They know it’s impossible to make it out of this room. I don’t think they even want to anymore. Scar has stripped them of their power, their dignity, and even their will to live. I’ve never been more proud or in love with her.

She stands back to admire her handiwork and a small, satisfied grin soothes my rough edges. It’s not manic or edged with adrenaline but something much softer. Healing. She got what she needed from this.

“You’re going to lay here in a growing pool of your own blood, watching the flames grow closer and closer. The smoke is going to burn through your nose all the way down to your lungs, making each breath more painful than the last. You’re going to lay here, helpless, in pain, craving death as the heat from the fire grows oppressive. You’ll watch the blood seep from your body and know there’s nothing you can do but pray for it to be over soon. And just when you think it can’t get any worse, when you can barely breathe and your head is getting light from the lack of oxygen and your lungs are shriveling up inside, the flames will reach your skin. It’ll be pain like you’ve never experienced before. I’d stay to watch, but you’re really not worth it anymore. You’re nothing but the soon-to-be ashes under my shoes. I hope you get used to the sensation of burning, because I hear there are lots of flames in hell.”

She stands above them, powerful and fierce, stronger than she’s ever been. Free from the chains of her past. Broken by her very own hands.

There’s just one final touch needed before we light this bitch up and finally move on with our lives. She stands from where she crouched over Donahue and I grab her hand before she turns her back and walks away from them for the last time.

Thank god we’re done because I don’t know how much longer I could have held on. I release her hand as she gives me a confused look but I just smirk and unzip my pants. “They aren’t even worth being the ash under your shoe,” I say as I finally find relief and begin to take a piss. Scar gives a surprised snort as I cover all three of them. She shakes her head but she’s smiling as she watches them cower under my stream, not even trying to avoid it. They’ve already accepted it. She has accomplished what she has set out to do, completely break them before wiping them from this plane of existence.

What better to show that than a golden shower?

It’s a good thing I drank all that water.

Declan shakes his head while watching me. “I’ve always called you the messy one, but I think I’m upgrading you to the deranged one now.”

I smirk. I happen to like that nickname. And by the twitch of Scar’s lips and the way she grabs my hand after I tuck my dick away, I think she agrees. “I’ve created a monster,” she sighs.

I plant a fat kiss on her cheek. “But I’m your monster.”