17. Elijah

P ressing the quick release on the cuffs securing Francesca’s wrists, “Rain, hold on to her,” I say.

Caught off guard from taking in the sight of the aftermath of her performance, she scurries over to me and grips my cousin tightly.

She wants to question me, I can feel it. But she doesn’t. Obeying the rules.

As I walk to my cousin's feet, I grab the lemon out of Rain’s top, getting an idea, then kick the chair out from behind her, moving it so it’s in front of the table. Squeezing the lemon tightly in my hand, it breaks and juice starts to drip down my fingers. Holding it over my cousin's cunt, I squeeze harder, coating her before tossing the remainder of the lemon over my shoulder to the ground.

Releasing each cuff around her ankles, Francesca kicks, not realizing that moving her hips will only cause her more pain internally. By the time she does, more scratches leave her, followed by her legs falling back to the table.

Gripping both of them, I angle her hips up, holding her legs in the air, allowing the lemon juice to gradually slide inside and around her shredded, diseased pussy.

“No, no. It hurts so much. Make it stop. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.” Pathetic whimpers full of lies leave her. People will say and do anything to make the pain stop.

Not believing her, I don’t stop, holding her legs up a little longer before I am satisfied.

Looking up at Rain, she smiles at me. “Little bat, keep a hold of her while I move her,” I instruct. Her brows rise, eyes filled with excitement while nodding.

“We are going to put her in the chair like we did back in Blackwood, do you remember?”

A smirk follows. “Of course I remember.”

Letting her legs fall, they crash against the table, causing it to bounce with the instability. Gripping Francesca under her arms, I lift her petite frame up effortlessly. Bending her at the waist, I pull her toward me off the table. A ball-aching, high-pitched yelp scratches in my eardrums.

With her arms bent at the elbows, Rain still has her wrists held tightly between both her hands as I swing Francesca over and onto the chair.

Loud sobs continue, guaranteeing that the grater is doing its job, destroying her from the inside out.

Keeping her legs spread, I strap both feet to the legs of the chair, then take over from Rain, securing her wrists behind her back.

Once satisfied, I walk over to the tool chest and open the drawers until I find what I am looking for. Hitting the top drawer last on the second chest, there they sit, shiny and new.

Grabbing both, I turn back to our traitor. “Hold her head still.”

Rain grips both sides of my cousin's head. Stepping forward, I bend over. Reaching for her, I hold Francesca’s eye open with my thumb and forefinger, applying pressure. Then I slide in the eye clamp, which is stainless steel and will keep her eye open. Once the first one is done, I move on to the next. It is a tad slippery from the endless well of tears, but it still fits in like a glove.

“Little bat, also in the top drawer are fishing hooks and white string. Get those and come back to me.”

Once she has gotten what I’ve asked for, she stands next to me. “Now on your knees, sew her shut.”

Taking in a deep breath, Rain pauses, then kneels down, moving her hips to adjust the intrusion in her anus, then crawls forward to Francesca.

“You can’t do this to me!” Francesca continues to cry while shaking her body, again forgetting what moving will do to her, as it follows with absolute agony.

Sick of her bullshit, and being generally annoyed by her, I warn, “If you don’t stop your bitching, she will sew those lips too. So shut the fuck up,” I promise.

Watching Rain, she threads the hook with the white string and slants her head while examining the area and deciding where to start.

Her face is cute but serious. The only thing that would make this better is if my cock was in her mouth while she did it.

My eyes move to her fingers as the sharp hook is pushed into the sensitive skin, little bat picked correctly by starting from the bottom. As I watch Rain sew each stitch, I am captivated by her willingness and enthusiasm. The attention to detail is impeccable, each one is being spaced out millimeters apart for maximum impact and closure.

A piece of her long hair falls over her face. Reaching over, I finger it back behind her head then bunch the rest of her hair in my hand, holding it while I watch her finish.

There are two things in life I know: I hate when she’s sad, and I could watch her do anything or nothing for the rest of my life and never get bored.

She is halfway up when drool drips onto her hand.

Fed up with my cousin, I wait for Rain to finish these lips before moving on to the next.

As her last stitch passes through the swollen flesh, she ties it off using a tailor's knot so it doesn’t unthread while we continue to play. Rain leans forward, exposing her teeth, but I pull on her hair, forcing her back toward me. Letting go, I reach forward, taking hold of the thread and needle, and break it off with my fingers with a pull.

Bending down, my lips whisper against her ear, “Choke. Pear.” My little bat’s head turns toward me, eyes wide as she claps her hands together. I nod, encouraging her to get up and grab it.

Using my cousin’s thighs to help her rise, the pressure causes her to squirm, which is followed by a loud hiss, knowing I am on my last fucking nerve with her. But the hiss doesn’t get past my girl.

“You were gifted only with looks. Brains and logic were missed in your DNA string. You have been the most annoying person I’ve ever tortured and killed.” Then my little bat raises her foot and places it on Francesca’s pelvic bone, pushing down.

Mouth closed, her screams are still audible. Snot is continuing to slide out of her nose, and I’m sure tears would be flowing if her eyes weren’t so dry from being forced to stay open.

Once satisfied, Rain removes her foot. The white thread is now stained red as the grater continues to cut her walls and cervix.

It only takes a few seconds before Rain returns with the choke pear, which she is absolutely captivated by, rubbing the antique torture tool while holding it close to her chest.

I had always pictured my little bat shoving this up our victim’s ass or pussy, but the surprise of having the dildo cheese grater was too great to not use.

“Open your fucking mouth,” I bark at Francesca.

Slowly, she obeys. Strings of saliva hang from her lips. Rain wastes no time inserting her dream antique object once the opening is large enough. The choke pear is exactly how it sounds, metal-like spoon segments or that device doctors use when they stretch pussies for examinations. When they are closed together, they form the shape of a pear. Then coming from the top is a long key, which when twisted, spreads the spoons wide, expanding the pear wherever it is shoved, ultimately destroying and mutilating whoever has it inside of them.

The metal dings against Francesca’s teeth as it becomes fully inserted, forcing her jaw to stay open and causing extreme agony.

“Any movement. Any noise. I’ll turn the key,” Rain threatens. Francesca doesn’t respond or acknowledge her, her chest simply heaves in terror. This pleases my little bat. “Good job listening. Because you are really starting to annoy me. And I am the nice one. It would help you to remember that.”

She then turns to me, and her hands grip mine. “It fits perfectly. Just how I imagined it. Thank you, E.” Her lips then brush against mine. The tip of her tongue flicks my top lip, teasing as we continue to edge each other.

As she steps back, she turns around to admire her work. In one swift movement, I slap her ass. My hand connecting to her causes her to jump and then moan. Rain then moves her hands to her backside, covering herself in an effort to stop another slap.

Oh, little bat. More is coming. Just not how you expect it.

Bending over, my bat is lying next to me, which I grab ahold of. Then eyeing each camera, I decide that the show is over. Walking to each corner, I swing the wooden bat and take out the cameras watching us. The cameras smash, and tiny pieces of plastic go flying.

This show just turned private.