Victor then hovered near the girl, his eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "Look at that—tight as a vice. Pass her around quick, boys; don't want her breaking too soon."
He slapped her face hard, leaving a red welt that swelled instantly, her pleas dissolving into sobs: "Ahhh.....Why are you doing this to me ? I didn't do anything to you... please, let me go... or just kill me ..."
But they only laughed harder, Damon twisting her ni pples until she arched in agony, fresh screams ripping from her throat.
Kai oversaw it all with a detached smirk, occasionally barking orders. "Deeper, Ren—make her feel every inch. That's it, boys, ruin her good."
The assault dragged on, a haunting symphony of violation: hands clawing at her br easts, leaving bloody trails; teeth biting into her shoulders until skin broke; bodies pressing down, suffocating her under their weight as they took turns, each more savage than the last.
Her screams echoed endlessly—" Ahhh....Stop! It burns! I can't breathe!"—fading only when her voice gave out, reduced to hoarse whimpers, her eyes glazing with the hollow stare of someone whose spirit had been extinguished long before her body would follow.
It was the cruelest view to watch—a man reduced to a broken animal, his love a chain that bound him to witness every violation, every tear in her flesh, every invasion that shattered her spirit. The boy's eyes, swollen and bloodshot, locked on hers across the distance, mouthing silent apologies amid his sobs.
"I'm sorry... I can't... please, stop..."
His voice fractured further with each hit from Lucas, who laughed maniacally.
"Keep crawling, you piece of shit! Maybe you'll get a front-row seat—hear her beg for mercy like you are."
Damon glanced over from the girl, chuckling. "This one's got spirit—too bad it's breaking. Hey, kid, want a taste after we're done?"
Lucas kept hitting the boy.
After sometime.
Lucas:(voice thick with lust, wiping sweat and blood from his face, staring hungrily at the girl's limp form) Kai, look at her—she's already half-dead, eyes rolling back like she's about to pass out. Gimme my turn quick before she fucking blacks out completely. I want her awake enough to feel me split her one last time.
Kai: (tone flat and final, barely glancing over)
"Guys , she is done bleeding for you. Let Lucas have her.
(slight pause, eyes sliding to Vernon)
Vernon. Beat the little shit."
That was enough. Vernon stepped forward, his shadow falling over the scene like a shroud. The boy was already a mess—blood pouring from his mouth in thick rivulets, mingling with spit and tears, his breaths ragged and labored, punctuated by weak pleas: "Lana... hold on... I'm coming..."
Lucas stepped aside, wiping sweat from his brow and chuckling. "All yours, Vernon. Make it hurt—finish the show."
When Vernon kicked, it was precise, brutal—a boot to the gut that expelled air and blood in a violent spray, the boy doubling over with a strangled scream: "Ugh! No... please... let her go..."
Even in such a severe state, he thought only of his girlfriend.
He was almost out, weak and fragile, helpless as a discarded rag doll. He cried out, twisting on the ground, still trying to crawl toward her, toward the chaos he couldn't stop.
His eyes, dimming but desperate, sought hers one last time, a silent vow amid the agony. "Lana... Lana, hold on...." he whimpered, her name a talisman against the darkness.
Vernon's jaw locked tight. He was feeling his emotions too well—helplessness so sharp it embedded like shards of metal under the skin, festering, poisoning everything.
He didn't know what it meant to watch his own girlfriend being ravaged by vicious monsters, powerless to intervene, but this boy's torment mirrored a void in his own soul.
The boy kept screaming her name, kept pleading, "Do anything to me... just not her... please... God, stop them!" while the girl was being destroyed in the background. Her screams had turned guttural, inhuman—Lucas gripping her throat to muffle them as he th rust savagely, her body arching in futile resistance, choking out: "I...Can't... breathe..."
Leon taunted her, "Scream all you want, sweetheart—no one's coming. You're ours to enjoy."
Damon and Victor held her limbs, twisting them until joints popped with audible snaps, her flesh tearing under their assault as she wailed: "Ahhh....Ahhh.....kill me... just end it!"
Kai watched it all with detached amusement, occasionally directing, "Slower, boys. Make it last—savor her last breaths."
The air reeked of sweat, blood, and fear, the girl's pleas dissolving into broken whimpers as her strength ebbed away, her final screams a haunting echo: ".. you'll die, you all will die painfully... Hell is waiting for you...."
The monsters laughed.
"Damn! The bitch is cursing! "
The screams were unbearable, even for Vernon, who heard them daily in this pit of depravity. They tore at something buried in his chest—something he had long ago convinced himself didn't exist: a flicker of humanity, fragile and unwanted.
He struck the boy again. Harder. Not out of hatred. Not out of pleasure. Out of mercy. Yes, beating him out of mercy.
If he couldn't stop the horror unfolding—if he couldn't pull her from the jaws of these beasts—at least he could spare the boy the witnessing.
He could end the seeing, end the screaming. It's rather less painful being dead than watching the person you love suffer, unable to protect her, her cries echoing in your skull like eternal damnation.
"I will end your pain soon" He said to him inside his mind.
Each blow grew heavier, faster. Vernon beat him brutally, one savage strike after another—kicks pummeling face and torso, bones cracking under the onslaught like brittle twigs, skin splitting like overripe fruit, the boy's screams devolving into gurgling cries: "Lana... I'm... sorry..."
Images of their loved moments kept replaying in his head.
His skull thudded against the concrete with each impact, his eyes glazing over as blood filled his vision.
"I know it's painful to watch the person you love suffer," Vernon thought grimly, his movements mechanical yet driven.
"To be unable to protect her. You may rest in peace soon. This hell will end for you soon."
So he made the boy's world go dark, pounding until the struggles ceased, until the pleas faded to gurgles, then silence.
While the others were busy torturing the girl—ripping at her with their filthy hands , her body a canvas of bruises, cuts, and worse—Kai observed Vernon silently. He rather wanted the boy dead soon.
A faint smile curled Kai's lips. "Interesting, my boy," he thought, intrigued by the twisted compassion hidden in the violence.
The boy died there, his body crumpling to the ground, embracing death like a long-lost lover. Vernon let him fall, a lifeless heap amid the stains of his own blood.
The girl died soon after, her body giving out under the merciless torture—torn apart, broken beyond repair.
As her final scream choked off into a rattle, the pack pulled back, panting and satisfied.
Ren wiped his hands on his pants, sneering, "Died so soon! What a weak bi tch—barely worth the effort."
Leon laughed, slapping Victor on the back. "Yeah, total waste of time. Should've picked a tougher one next time—maybe one that lasts longer."
Damon chuckled, "At least she screamed good—music to my ears. That begging was gold."
Lucas spat on her corpse, "Pathetic. Both of 'em—couple of losers."
Kai just nodded, his boredom returning. "Clean slate for the next hunt. Good work, brothers."
Vernon remained silent, his boot slick with the boy's blood.
As they shuffled away, stepping carelessly over the innocent dead bodies like they were trash, casual banter floated back.
Ren smirked, "I wonder why Vernon never enjoys a girl—always so damn stoic."
Leon snorted, "He enjoys killing the most. Look at how he finished that punk—without any mess."
Victor added, "Yeah, that guy's a machine. No fun, no fuss."
Damon glanced back, "Suits him. More for us."
When they were gone, Kai lingered a moment, his eyes on Vernon.
"Dispose of them," he ordered flatly, then turned and vanished into the night.
Vernon didn't say anything. He knew what to do. He dragged the bodies—one broken boy, one ravaged girl—into the shadows, where acid and fire would erase them from the world, as if their suffering had never echoed at all.
To be continued....