"A MAN CAN CHOOSE HIS SINS, BUT NOT THEIR CONSEQUENCES."
My lips arched into a satisfied smile as his screams filled the room. I was only starting my torment and he was already screaming like he had been through hell.
Like, take a chill pill, dude. This is only the beginning.
"Fuck, Andy. You keep bleeding. It's getting messy," I said, grabbing more napkins to wipe my hands. "Omari, get something. Stop this man from bleeding, I'm not done yet."
I moved over to his right hand strapped on a metal bar attached to the bed. Loosening one of the straps, I placed my axe on his wrist. "Start talking," I said.
"I'll tell you! All you need to know. But please just kill me," he begged.
"A merciful, quick and painless death, huh? Fine. But I need my questions answered." I placed the axe on his chest. "How long have you worked for the Yosemites?"
"Since my youth. The old man recruited me right after my father passed."
"Your late father, he worked for them too?"
"Yes. He was the boss's right-hand man. Took a bullet for him. And in honour of my father, Mr. Vitale took me in. They trained me for years but I was never as good as my father. Still, Mr. Vitale kept me, though I was stuck with positions that never required me being in the field."
I wasn't in the mood for sob stories so I asked him exactly what I wanted to know. "Twenty years ago, the Yosemites raided the home of the Cains. Killed Mr. and Mrs. Cain, and their teenage daughter. Does it ring a bell?"
He stayed silent for a while before recalling. "It does. That Halloween night. I remember being asked to join them in the field for the first time. I wasn't aware that was what they meant, I didn't know that was what being in the field meant till I got there. And those people were killed before me. Soon, I got used to sights like that. It was part of the job."
I stayed silent.
"B–but why do you ask though? Why did you want to know specifically about that incident?"
I flashed a small smile.
"Because twenty years ago, you joined your gang to raid the home of an innocent family, killed the parents, and their daughter. You all must have felt you had gotten away with it. Well, to the eyes of the law, yes. But not anymore."
"Wh–what do you mean?"
"That teenage girl was me." His eyes grew wide, and he shook his head in denial.
"That's impossible. The girl died. She died. We burnt her bod—"
He immediately bit his lips, realizing his words.
I picked up the axe.
"You said you were going to kill me instantly. Remember? You promised."
"I did say that. And now that I know you were only a coat holder in the crime, I have no reason to have my revenge on you. However…"
I positioned the axe on his wrist. "This is for your daughter," I said, slamming the axe over and over on his wrist till it fell off. I then moved over to the other wrist.
"And this for your wife," I said and carried out the same act.
After cutting his wrists, I moved to his other feet and to his knees, elbows, till all his joints were separated from his torso.
The floor was covered with his blood, and his eyes were weak, showing that he was about to die.
Time to put him out of his misery.
Omari handed me a razor and I carefully carved an L on the man's forehead.
"Lilithine, huh?" Omari asked.
"What Vel could not do, Lilithine will," I said.
When I was done, I lifted Anderson's chin and placed the axe on his neck. The man was barely breathing at this point.
"Tell the devil I said hi." And with that, I slammed the axe on his neck, killing him.
His head fell to the ground and so did I, landing on my butt.
I sat there, in his blood, speechless. And then I looked up at Omari, who was watching me.
"Omar."
"Yes?"
"That was fucking awesome!" I exclaimed, a huge smile forming on my lips. "I didn't know torture could be this… this exhilarating!" I said, rubbing my blood-stained hands on my face, taking in the sweet scent of it.
"At least, now we know why Lucifer enjoys his job," Omari said, walking towards me and offering me a hand. "Come. Let's get you cleaned up."
When I didn't take his hand, he picked me up and I didn't protest. I let him take me to his bathroom, I let him take off my clothes, and I let him wash me.
I didn't mind, we both came from a place where yours or the next person's nakedness was the least of your worries. Although I knew he was intentionally taking his sweet time to wash me and also insisted on using his hands instead of a washcloth.
But all of that wasn't what occupied my mind the most. I was mostly interested in wrapping this phase up and getting hold of my next victim. And most importantly, getting another chance to carry out that sweet, sweet torture.
"Omari, that's enough. I think I'm clean now," I said, returning from my train of thoughts when I noticed his hands continuously caress my breast.
"You sure?" he said, flashing his charming smile. "I don't think the water is doing enough. I could use my tongue?"
"Funny," I said, stepping out of the tub. I tiptoed a little and planted a small peck on his lips. "Thanks, love, for washing me. Now let's get to work."
And I walked out of the bathroom and headed to my room.
Omari was harmless. And only the devil knew how much I wanted his huge length deep inside me, filling up my core. Besides, to beings like us, sex was trivial. We were already damned souls, sinners. So we were basically free to do as we wanted.
However, to me, revenge came first. And the last thing I wanted was to get distracted, disappoint the devil, and lose my only chance at vengeance.
I needed to gain the devil's trust first, then I could be truly free to do as I liked in this world. That included riding Omari's dick every second of the day.
Omari walked in as I dressed up.
"Put that motherfucker's body parts in a bag and dump it in plain sight. I want headlines by tomorrow."