22. Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Caspian

Ilike to torture people. I get hard at the sight of blood. But I fucking hate doing this. Neither Lorne nor Declan gets the toll this shit takes on me. I had to fucking leave him here and take a shower because my head was so messed up, and I was afraid I’d do the kind of damage I couldn’t take back.

Crimson falls from Declan’s hands, holes puncturing the center of his palms from nails placed there to hold him on the cross.

“O Lord Jesus Christ, redeemer and savior, forgive my sins, just as you forgave Peter’s denial and those who crucified you. Count not my transgressions but rather my tears of repentance. Remember not my iniquities but my sorrow for the offenses I have committed against you. I long to be true to your word and pray that you will love me and come to make your dwelling place within me. I promise to give you praise and glory in love and service all the days of my life.”

The fucking nutter has been praying the whole time. He’s getting the shit kicked out of him, screaming in pain, but he keeps repeating that stupid prayer. What he’s doing is fucked up, but my hard cock on display is as messed up. The number of times I’ve beaten his stupid ass and fucked him while he lay on his stomach, beaten and bloody, is too many to count. Just like he needs this, I have to fuck after. Sometimes Lorne will suck my cock as I do this, but that doesn’t happen tonight, so it will be me pounding into Declan’s ass.

“Please,” Declan begs when I stop flogging him. “More. I need more. I’m still thinking about her.”

“Fuck this, man. You’d rather fuck yourself up over fucking her.” Rage fuels me as I pull my arm back and strike him as hard as possible. “We could be balls deep in perfection instead. I’m here beating your ass, and for what? Because you can’t shake what your cunt aunt said to you over ten years ago? I knew you should have been the one to kill her. It should have been you who took that bitch’s last breath.”

“My hardness of heart toward my neighbor’s faults and my readiness to make allowance for my own: O Lord forgive me!”

I drop the whip and rush to him. Blood spurts and splatters on my face as I pull the first nail from his hand. The sickness in me has my cock hard and my tongue slipping out between my lips. I pull his hand to my mouth and lap at his self-inflicted wounds.

“Your fucking sick,” a sweet voice calls from the doorway.

Sunshine.

She steps into the room, walks up to the table, and holds up the knife I put there. The one I used on Lorne and didn’t have time to clean up before Declan pulled his usual shit. “He’s in pain, and instead of helping him, you’re taking advantage.” Her knuckles go white as she holds the handle of the blood-stained knife with a death grip before she slices the inside of her arm and holds it up to me. “Here, you fucking vampire, take it and leave him alone.”

I drop Declan’s hand. His arm falls limp while his other hand is still bound to the cross. His head hangs low, and new lash marks cover his body, blanketing those he’s attained over the years.

Sunshine steps back with every step I take forward, but she doesn’t make it to the door before I’m on her. My fingers dig into her chin as I tilt her head and peer at her. “You think I’m the one who makes him do this? Think I enjoy beating him until he almost bleeds out? You storm in here with the idiotic notion that I enjoy having to peel his body off that and dig the thorns from his forehead as I tend to his wounds? You stand here assuming I haven’t spent the last ten years desperate for him to find another venue for his demons other than forcing me to do this?”

I slice my hand on the blade as I pull the knife from her grip.

“What are you doing?”

“Taking my knife back.”

She lets go of the handle rapidly, as if it singed her flesh. “You’re insane. What if I tugged it back? You could’ve sliced your hand right off.”

“I’d live.”

Noelle says nothing; she pushes past me and goes to Declan. Her hands fly to the nail, and she turns her head away as she pulls the steel. Her hands fall and she glares at me. “Help me, damn it. Get him off this thing.”

“Why? He’ll just be back there the next time his emotions get too much for him.”