Kyrie 523

Kyrie

Do you think the dark side to a soul is natural? That it’s always there, lurking and waiting to twist a good heart a little colder?

Maybe it’s genetic. A flaw in the bloodline that makes malice run deep.

Or do you think experiences create the evil in a person? A single event that can warp a mind.

I’ve had these thoughts circling my brain for the last two hours, trying to determine where I fall.

“Any other requests, Princess?”

I drag my gaze up to meet the deep-green eyes of my seanathair. Owen. He’s always been mine, ever since I was a child. There was never anything that could break us apart, and now I’m never giving him up. His heart is mine. Only mine.

He stares at me with a gaze filled with so many emotions, and I feel stupid for never seeing it before. I drag my eyes down his toned body, taking in the way his blood-dampened shirt clings to his abs. His slacks hug his muscular thighs, but the dark color hides the stains there. Catching sight of his calloused and crimson-stained hands, I find myself suppressing a groan while I press my thighs together .

Something is seriously wrong with me. Right? I’m in love with my grandfather. I just watched him torture a man, and he’s not even close to done. He tortured this man for me . And the sight of the evidence of that torture is turning me on a lot more than it should.

I can’t even say I’m bothered by the fact his real job is being an enforcer for Uncle Sahib. I’m more bothered that I’m not bothered, but I know Owen and Uncle Sahib would protect me with their lives. I know Owen would kill for me, because that’s exactly how he intends to leave Nate.

Fucking Nate. His bloody and beaten form is tied to a chair in front of me where Owen has been having a field day ripping him apart. I’ve enjoyed watching every moment of his torture. I’m not sure if it’s because he tried to rape me and I’m looking forward to seeing him pay, or if I really am as sick as Owen is. But really, as long as we have each other… does it matter if we are sick? I don’t think so.

Owen asked me if I had any special requests for Nate, and I already gave him my first one. I turn back to the lump in the chair and let my gaze roam over him one more time. I’m about to shake my head that I don’t have any more when a wicked, wicked idea comes to mind. No… I couldn’t… could I ?

I open and close my mouth a few times, trying to form the right words before I decide to stop being so self-conscious, considering what Owen has already done, and blurt out, “Can you fuck him with it?”

He strides toward me, cupping my face and threading his fingers in my hair. He’s staining my skin with blood, but I don’t care. A part of me likes it. He kisses me gently but with an intensity that screams possession. I cling to him like I need him to breathe, soaking up his touch like a flower in the sun. When he breaks away, we’re both panting. He smiles as he kisses my nose. “Anything for you, Princess.”

With those words, he saunters back over to Nate, grabbing his hair and yanking his head up to look at me. “You thought you could claim an innocence that didn’t belong to you.” He chuckles manically, twisting his hand in Nate’s hair, causing him to wince. “An innocence that isn’t even there. Do you wanna know what my princess requested I do to you?”

It looks like it takes a great deal of strength, but Nate gives his best attempt at a head shake in Owen’s hold. Owen laughs. “Oh, well let me show you.”

He releases Nate’s head with a hard shove before walking to his table full of tools. After selecting a saw with jagged, rusty teeth, he moves back to Nate. At first, Nate seems too out of it from the blood loss and stress of torture to pay attention to what Owen is doing. Then Owen rips open Nate’s pants with a pocketknife. The fabric hangs in tatters around his knees and ankles as Owen drops to his knees, chuckling under his breath. When Owen brings the saw up between Nate’s legs, reality sets in.

Nate’s eyes go wide and a renewed sense of energy hits him. He struggles against his binds, pulling and yanking with what strength he has. “At er oo oing?”

Owen scoffs. “Honestly, after everything I’ve done already, this is what surprises you?”

“Op, ease. I erry! Irie? Ease, I erry, I ust aed us oo ee oeher. I ove oo!” Nate screams what sounds like pleas for me to spare him.

Owen stands up in a blink, throwing his fist across Nate’s face with such force two more teeth fly out of his mouth. “Shut your fucking hole. You don’t get to speak to her.”

The growl indicating just how dangerous Owen is has heat pooling in my lower belly. While Nate coughs up his blood, Owen takes his spot back on his knees and scoops up Nate’s dick and balls. Without wasting any more time, he saws through the connective tissues. Nate’s screams remind me of nails on a chalkboard. However, I’m so enamored by the sight that I revel in the sound. When Owen asked me if I had any special requests for Nate’s punishment, almost immediately I thought of castration. I know by the time it’s all said and done Nate will be dead. But why would I let this monster keep what he tried to use to hurt me? In this life or in hell? It leaves an oddly giddy feeling as Owen takes his time ensuring every inch of skin and muscle is separated, leaving a bloody wound in its place.

With Nate’s family jewels in hand, Owen places them on the table with his tools before removing the binds holding Nate to the chair. Nate is still too busy screaming to try and fight him off, so Owen easily gets him maneuvered off the chair and face down on what looks like an exam table. This room is well equipped for torture. Owen told me it’s where he and Uncle Sahib take care of their real business. I can see why it’s handy.

With Nate in position, my second request can begin. Owen steps up behind him, spreading his cheeks, and with no amount of gentleness, he shoves Nate’s bloody dick into his ass. The screams continue and the heat building in my core intensifies. I’m not sure if I was always this sick, or if it’s because of the situation. But listening to Owen whisper dirty things in Nate’s ear about how he’s being fucked by his own severed appendage takes me to an edge I didn’t think I could reach without touch. I can’t wait for him to finish. When Nate finally stops breathing, Owen will fuck me silly while I stare at the lifeless body.

I look up and meet Owen’s eyes. My seanathair. My heart. My life. It’s always been me and him. It always will be. What we have between us is special, strong. It’s fire and love and chaos.

The End