Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Dariyus

(Two Years Ago)

Dominic Rhodes. A piece of shit who’s caused so many people’s misery. It was easy to get the beasts to stay away today. Those three men probably have more reason than anyone else to hate this piece of shit. I can’t imagine the shit he’s had them do. If they gave a fuck about Dominic and came here today, Malachi and I could be the ones bleeding on the ground.

The fucker looks like a rat. Scrambling back on his hands and knees, head shaking, the bloody end of a severed cock still in his mouth. The fucking pig.

“How should I kill you, Dominic? What methods do you prefer when you’re doing the killing?” I pick up the knife on Richard’s desk, the silver blade now stained red. “Oh, yes. Ling chi. Isn’t that your thing?” I point the blade toward Malachi, his dick in his hand as he uses Richard’s blood to jerk himself off. “I think my friend over there will appreciate the method, too.”

With a flick of my wrist, I lodge the blade in Dominic’s arm and slice, removing the first piece of flesh. Gliding the bloody knife up his arm, I prick his neck before moving to his mouth, still sucking the cock like a damn pacifier.

Dominic’s eyes widen as I bring the knife to the severed cock and pull it out of his mouth. “I think I want to hear you scream, Dominic.” Pulling the piece of meat off the knife, I toss it to the floor. “We won’t be needing that any longer.”

I go to work, stripping piece after piece from his body as a pool of his blood forms around us. His screams egg me on to be more cruel, sadistic, and vengeful. I take out all the pain of my past on him and avenge all those he’s corrupted.

“They tell me you used to be a priest. How come you aren’t begging God for salvation?” I hold his ankle as I cut through the bone and sever his foot.

“Please,” he pleads, his voice faint from blood loss.

“Are you begging for the lord’s mercy? Or admitting that all your sermons were bullshit? Isn’t that what all men of God do? Lie? Men like you have surrounded me most of my life. They’ve taken hold and subjugated the people, forced them with arbitrary rules, and pretended to be upstanding men of God. You know what their kids are doing while they force others to submit to them like dogs?” I dig out another piece of his flesh, this time from his upper thigh. “They’re partying all over the world, snorting coke from the ass cracks of prostitutes.” I pause, looking at the pathetic excuse for a man before me. “Hold your cock for me, or I’ll cut it off next.”

In a world of pain and knowing he’ll die either way, Dominic grabs his dick as if it’s the fucking answer to world peace. I place the blade above one wrinkled, saggy ball and cut.

Dominic’s screams are pure anguish, but the man doesn’t get to have a voice when he’s taken it away from so many innocent people. I smile at him before I grab his tongue and sever it, letting it fall below his eyes.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, D,” Malachi says.

I turn and stare at him, his legs above his head, his ass exposed, thrusting his cock in and out of his mouth. “You’re such a sick fuck,” I mumble.

The sloppy sounds of his saliva resonate in the space as he chokes himself on his dick. “Sure am. But admit it, you’d suck your own cock too if you could.”

He has me there. If a guy tells you he wouldn’t suck his own dick, he’s lying. But it’s not that which makes me question Malachi’s psyche, it’s that torture to him is like the nastiest porn to a normal guy. I don’t think I’ve ever seen his cock this hard other than when he was fucking Briar’s throat.

“I don’t like hypocrites, Dominic. Especially ones who pretend to be good when they’re pure evil. Shit, I’ve got to go to the john. Where’s the toilet around here?”

Dominic moves his lips, but his words are nothing more than mumbles without his tongue.

I pull my zipper down and unleash my dick. “Hurry. I’ve gotta take a leak.”

He tries to speak again to no avail.

“Well, I guess I’ll have to make my own urinal.”

Dominic gags as a stream of piss hits his face and trickles into his open mouth.

“Fuck, that was satisfying, but I’m getting bored of all this.”

“Fuck!” Malachi screams, letting me know he’s done.

“Since my friend over here is finished, I might as well end this.” I pull the knife back and stab it directly into his chest, dragging it as I puncture his heart and watching as Dominic Roads dies.

“Holy shit, D,” Malachi says, dabbing the corner of his mouth before licking off the leftover cum. “That was hotter than Toledo.”

I pick up his pants and toss them at him. “Let’s go home and see our girl.”