34. Layla

Chapter thirty-four

Layla

C olt and Zach had brought Anton back to the house while we rushed Sean to the hospital. When we joined our prisoners in the basement, Anton was tied to a chair facing Tommy. They didn’t look too happy to see each other. They likely already had a verbal argument while they were left alone together. Maybe I’ll watch it one day. For now, I ignored them as we moved an armchair into the room for Sean to sit on.

“Oh, you lived,” Anton said when he saw Sean. “That’s too bad.”

I walked over and backhanded Anton across the face. “Shut it. I’ll let you know when I want to fucking hear from you.” Anton’s eyes turned almost black as rage filled him. If he was getting that angry at a little slap, he was really going to hate what was coming. I turned back to Sean. “I mean it,” I told him when he had sat, “don’t fucking move or you’re out of here.” When he nodded his compliance, I turned back to my guests with a smile. “I can’t tell you how happy it makes me to see the two of you here. I feel like I’ve been dreaming about this forever.”

“I should have known not to trust you,” Anton said to Tommy with a sneer.

I backhanded him again. “You don’t follow directions very well. I said no talking. And give Tommy a break. He tried to hold out, but getting his balls cut off and fed to the sharks and then spending three days in the dark watching his brother get fed to a shark can wear on a man.” Anton’s eyes widened in disbelief before darting to Tommy’s junk to try and confirm the validity of my statement.

Tommy ignored him, his deadened eyes moving to me. “You promised you would put me out of my misery once you had Anton.”

“That I did,” I replied. As much as I still wanted to torture Tommy, my word was bond. Zach handed me a pistol with a suppressor on it, and I shot Tommy in the head. “I love you, Daddy,” I murmured as I ended the life of the last man who betrayed him. I handed the gun back to Zach and turned my attention to Anton. “As for you, I’ve gone back and forth about what to do with you. Part of me wants to draw out your death for as long as possible. The more sane part of me wants this over so I can move on with my life.”

I looked at Anton expectantly, but he remained silent.

“Good, you’re learning. You may speak.”

“Obviously, I’d prefer the short and sweet option,” Anton replied.

“Yes, I thought that you might,” I replied.

I nodded to Zach and Drew, who rushed from the room. They returned thirty seconds later carrying a bench. This wasn’t just any bench, however. It was a leather studded sex bench, slightly modified. I had Colton grind the dull studs into sharp points. Anton eyed the bench apprehensively as they set it in the middle of the room.

“Hey, Tyler?”

“Yes, my love?”

“About how many rapes of men, women, and children do you think Anton has facilitated over the years?”

“Oh jeez,” he replied, sucking in air through his teeth. “Hundreds? Probably thousands.”

I nodded. “You see, Anton. That’s why I struggle with what to do with you. Short and sweet is too easy. You deserve to experience a fraction of the pain you’ve caused before your death.”

Sean started chuckling from his chair as he caught on to where I was going with this, and I flashed him a smile before nodding at Zach again.

Anton’s eyes followed Zach as he ran out of the room. I could tell he was starting to get nervous, and he was about to be a whole hell of a lot more nervous in a few short minutes. I grabbed my trusty knife and torch and began the familiar process of heating it.

“Your victims deserve some form of justice—all of those poor people you exploited and sold like animals. I warned you. I told you to stop your operations within my city, and you refused. And now, well now, you’ll quickly wish that you had heeded my warning.

Zach ran back into the room, gleefully carrying two thrusting machines with good-sized dildos attached.

Anton looked at the machines Zach was holding and then at the bench and back. I saw the moment he put the puzzle pieces together and couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face. “No! You can’t! I’ll fucking kill you, you whore! You can’t do this to me! I have rights! You’ll never get away with this. Someone will find out!”

I laughed. A full-on belly laugh, stunning Anton into silence. “You have rights? So did they! You didn’t give a shit about their rights; why the fuck would I give a shit about yours?”

“Please, Layla,” Anton begged. “I’ll do anything, accept any other punishment. Do you want money? I’ll give you all my money, just don’t do this!”

“How many times have you heard and ignored that plea from others?” I asked. “How many fucking children begged for their parents or for someone, anyone, to save them, and you ignored them?”

“They weren’t all children!” Anton screamed.

I turned to face him. “How many?” I asked softly.

“I don’t know,” he replied.

“Bullshit. A man like you would keep track of his commodities to know where the real money-makers were. How many children have you sold to monsters?”

Anton started to cry. “Don’t make me say it,” he begged.

“How many?”

“Around three hundred and forty-two,” Anton sobbed.

“You sick son of a bitch,” Colton swore.

My stomach lurched at the number. So many sweet babies were destroyed by monsters, and there were so many more out there that I couldn’t help, that I couldn’t avenge. But I could do this. I could make Anton pay for what he’s done, for the evil he represents in the world.

“Strip him,” I ordered.

Anton fought valiantly, but he was no match for four angry men. I pulled on a pair of latex gloves as they pulled his clothes off and heated my blade again.

“Hold him still,” I said when he was naked. I grabbed a hold of his dick and pulled it away from his body before slicing it off. Anton screamed, so I shoved it into his mouth to muffle the sound. “Hold this, I’m not done yet,” I said. I passed the knife through the torch a few more times and then gripped his balls and cut them off as well. That seemed to be the extent of Anton’s threshold for pain as he passed out. “Wake him up,” I said as I grabbed his dick and tossed it into the shark tank along with his balls. I didn’t even care that he didn’t get to watch. We were well past psychological torture.

Drew got the smelling salts and cracked them under Anton’s nose.

He awoke suddenly but still in a daze as he looked down to see he was as anatomically correct as a Ken doll. “You fucking cunt,” he slurred. “I’m going to—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Zach said, “you’re going to fucking kill her, blah, blah, blah. You may as well save your voice. You’ll be screaming a lot in a minute.”

At my nod, they moved Anton to the sex bench. He screamed as the studs punctured his skin. Once they had him strapped to the bench, we set tables up on either end of Anton and placed the machines on them. After a few adjustments, we were ready.

“You don’t deserve this,” I said to Anton as I coated both dildos with lube, “but I also don’t want you to die too quickly and cut your suffering short.” With Zach’s help, I made the final adjustments on the machines and inserted both dildos. I took off the gloves and stepped back to appreciate my work. Blood was already dripping from the bench from the studs. I approached Anton’s head and bent down to meet his eyes. “If you survive this, I’ll let the wolves at you next.”

“Ok, they’re on. We just have to plug them in,” Zach said excitedly. I’d question how he could feel excitement over this, but it was all my idea in the first place, and none of us could deny Anton deserved every bit of it.

I took the plug from him and jammed it into the wall. Anton’s muffled screams filled the room as he was violated. I managed to walk out of the room, but as soon as I was in the hall, I ran for the trash can in the observation room and threw up. Colton reached me first and held my hair back as Tyler rubbed my back. When I finished, Drew handed me a tissue. I looked at each of them as I stood.

“I want his fucking clients. Every single sick fuck he serviced. I don’t care how long it takes,” I growled.