42. Matias

42

MATIAS

S uarez has it coming. After what he did to my girl, he deserves every ounce of pain I'm about to deliver. I've got him tied up, hanging from the ceiling like the piece of meat he is.

He's already endured a few torture sessions at my hand, but this shall be the last.

His eyes are wide, full of fear, as he takes in the array of sharp instruments before me. I smile, baring my teeth like a predator.

"Please, Matias, don't do this. I beg you."

I say nothing, simply reaching for a knife and testing its sharpness against my thumb. Slowly, I slice into his fingertips one by one. His screams fill the room and echo off the concrete walls. I savor the sound, letting the vibrations wash over me.

The blood begins to flow, dripping onto the floor below. I watch with satisfaction as he tries to twist and turn, futilely attempting to escape his bindings. I own him now. His pain is my pleasure.

Next, I move to his hands, making precise cuts between each knuckle. He thrashes wildly, the tendons snapping like guitar strings. The blood flows faster, coating the knife in a beautiful sheen of red. I lean in close, whispering in his ear. "You touched what's mine. Now, you get to pay the price."

I pause, taking in the sight of his mutilated hands. Then, I reach for a pair of pliers and grab one of his fingers, applying pressure until I hear the satisfying crack of breaking bone. Suarez's screams pierce the air, but I'm far from finished.

Suarez hangs before me, his body limp, his screams reduced to pained whimpers. I reach for a pair of scissors.

"Please, I beg you, no more," Suarez pleads, his voice hoarse and strained. I smile, baring my teeth. "You know, I don't like it when men beg. It's so undignified."

I place the sharp edge of the scissors against the soft flesh of his earlobe and apply a slight pressure. "If I hear you beg one more time, your tongue will join your ear on the floor." I watch as he bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back his pleas.

With a swift snip, I sever his ear, the blood spattering across the floor. His resolve breaks, and he cries desperately, begging for mercy.

"I gave you a chance, but you just couldn't resist, could you?" I taunt him, reaching for a scalpel. "Now, see how well you can beg without a tongue. "

I force his mouth open and place the scalpel at the base of his tongue. Suarez's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what I'm about to do. He tries to form words, but all that escapes his mouth is a wet gurgle as I slice through the flesh and muscle.

When I'm done, I hold up the bloody tongue and dangle it in front of his face. "Look what you made me do. Such a shame. I did want to keep your ability to speak, but you just had to ruin it, didn't you?"

Suarez's eyes are wild with panic as he tries to speak, but only incoherent sounds escape. I chuckle as I continue my work, cutting his other ear off.

Suarez's eyelids flutter, his panic-stricken gaze locking with mine.

I smile, the sight of his bloodied, mutilated body satisfying my dark blood lust. With a swift movement, I slice open his shirt, exposing his chest. I trace the tip of the knife down his sternum, letting the blade bite into his flesh.

"Would you do anything for me to stop this?" I ask, playing with him.

He nods frantically.

"Anything, eh?" I ask. "What if I want your dick, Suarez? What if I want to cut that off and feed it to the dogs?"

His eyes widen further if possible, and he begins to squirm, his body trying to escape the inevitable. A muffled plea comes from his tongueless mouth, but I don't understand it.

I let out a mocking laugh. "Still trying to beg without a tongue?"

As I contemplate his fate, my phone buzzes in my pocket. Annoyed at the interruption, I pull it out, my eyes narrowing as I read the message.

Where are you, Matias? I need you so bad.

Opening up the multimedia message, I growl at the sight of my girl in a sexy lingerie set, pouting. Her cuts are healing, but they're still bad, and it just ignites my rage again.

I glance back at Suarez, a cruel smile spreading across my face. "It seems that someone else needs my attention now. So looks like your dick will stay attached to your body."

Slipping the knife into a minor artery, I twist the blade, watching with amusement as Suarez's eyes bulge with fresh terror. He tries to speak, but all that escapes his lips is a wet gurgle. I let the knife slide free, the warm blood splattering across my hand.

"That should do it," I murmur, giving him a mock sympathetic look. "You'll bleed out slowly. It might even take a few hours. Just enough time for you to truly appreciate the beauty of death."

I pat his cheek, my hand coming away sticky with his blood. "It's been fun, Suarez, but now, it's time for you to suffer alone, like an animal waiting for the slaughter."

As I turn to leave, I hear his desperate pleas echoing through the warehouse. His words are unintelligible without his tongue, which is lying on the floor before him.

Walking away, I feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. This is what he deserves.

My phone buzzes again, another message from Kali.

Please, come to me. I need you right now.

I can't keep her waiting any longer. With a final glance back at Suarez, I enter the night. The promise of the pleasure I will give my rabbit fills my mind.

Her whimpered pleas will be like music to my ears, contrasting against the screams of terror I just left behind. Only one thing matters now: satisfying my girl.