Rory has never looked more alive and free than she does at this moment. 

With an eyeball missing and his body beat to shit, I doubt Erics is going anywhere. To make him suffer more, though, I snatch a syringe filled with a purple substance. It's one of Malachi's magic mixtures. Once I inject it into Eric's blood, he will be paralyzed from the neck down to the tip of his toes, but he will still be able to feel all sense of pain. 

As I kneel with the handsaw and needle in one hand, I can't help but watch Rory. I'm clueless about her plans, but with the crowbar, she's stowing, I can only imagine it's going to be a bloodbath.

I've removed the cap from the syringe before I plunge the drug into the scumbag's neck. Eric's entire body goes limp, and with that, I use the saw to rip his lips apart from the dried adhesive. He's about to die anyway, so I take the entirety of the sharp saw blade and quickly slice it through his lips. 

A blood-curdling scream escapes his wretched mouth, but before I can shove something in it to shut him up, Rory shocks the hell out of me.

"Shut the fuck up," she screams.

The crowbar lifts above her head, and when she whips it down, she bludgeons the metal against Eric's freshly cut open mouth.

Blood splatters everywhere, and broken teeth ricochet off my flesh.

To ensure I don't accidentally wind up in her line of fire, I stand and step back.

"Vengeance has never looked so sexy, Little Slut." 

She doesn't acknowledge me with words, but she gives me a sexy wink before she drives the crowbar back into Eric.

Covered in blood, Rory drops the crowbar, comes to me, and wraps her arms around my torso- her warm naked figure pressing into mine. She sits like that, silently until her rapid breath slows down and says, "Do we have a torch?".

I guess she's not tired yet.

"There's a blow torch under the table. Malachi is a pyromaniac and brings it with him to every kill."

She pushes her hand off my chest and is damn near skipping to retrieve the torch. She's experiencing a high like no other, and I'm glad I'll be here to catch her when she crashes.

Rory's dainty fingers fumble with the knobs. She has the valve open but does not know how to ignite it. Before the air fills with propane, I turn the valve off and remove it from her clutch.

"Woah there, you can't go in half-cocked with an instrument like this. What's your plan Little Slut."

A sly smirk grazes her face as she blinks up at me.

"I want to brand my name into his chest."

Fuck yes. Now that's what I'm talking about.

"I don't know if your full name will fit on his chest with the type of burns the torch leaves. What if we do your Initials?"

The smirk she was daunting turns to a frown, but Rory masks it quickly. 

"I can make that work, now show me what to do," she says.

My dick hardens at her bossiness, but innerly I tell it to settle down and remind my Little Slut precisely who's in charge.

With a firm grip around the nape of her neck, I draw her closer to me.

 "I will take this belt off and collar you again if you order me to do anything else," I growl into her ear.

"And it won't be in the comfort of your living room. I will make sure there is an audience this time."

Her thighs rub together, and she squirms in my grasp. The thought of being paraded around again is turning her on.

"Yes, Sir. Will you please show me how to turn the torch on?"

 
𝓔𝓻𝓲𝓬'𝓼 𝓽𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓮 𝓲𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓮𝓽.

💜 𝓐𝓻𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽'𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓷𝓮𝔁𝓽?