Envious Desire
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Chloe

Receiving the call from Dominic that everything I required was ready, my heart beat erratically. He explained that he’ll allow me to face him whenever I’m ready. I articulated I was ready then and there. He sent Antonio to pick me up and bring me to the warehouse where he was being housed.

He escorts me downstairs to an undiscovered area. Antonio opens the door when I hear an ear-piercing scream, invoking my body to jolt in fear.

Apparently, Dominic’s men have been having fun with him while I made my choice. I walk at the rate of molasses when his face comes into view, and I’m hit with the memory of him! That dreadful chill that mauled up my spine that day on the boat.

Chase? The guy who picked up my sarong on the boat with Axle.

I was so wrapped up in the reports and the pictures of the women he hurt I didn’t bother to view his image.

Peering at Dominic, I point to the man bound by chains, “Chase?”

Dominic voice exudes dominance and authority. “That’s one of his alias’. His real name is Enzo.”

“This asshole is the one who captured me?” I’m at a loss for words. Coming into his line of sight.

“Oh, it’s you.” He coughs up blood.

“Me?”

“You don’t remember me, do you?”

My eyes narrow at his words. He’s the asshole from the boat.

“You didn’t recognize me on the boat either– Marisa.”

A horrifying flashback to my days as a stripper floods my mind. The one who was kicked out for being aggressive in the club hit my head like a ton of bricks. Oh My God! It’s him.

“YOU?” My voice wails in the air.

“Now you remember.” He laughs before one of Dominic’s men punches him in the stomach.

Dominic stands in front of me, cutting off his view. “If you have changed your mind, we can walk away right now.”

“No! I need this. They need this.” I jab the folder in my hand.

“Were you able to get everything I requested?” I probe with anger oozing from my veins.

“Of course, even the bread press. I’m curious for its purpose.”

“Don’t worry. You’ll see.”

Returning my attention to the task at hand, I stroll in front of the table with everything displayed as ordered when an evil thrill fills me. He will pay for everything he has ever done– to everyone.

“Karama is a bitch, and that bitch is me today!”

Strolling before him, I watch as blood drips from his face.

“I should have fucked you when I had the chance. Those bitches stopped me. I should have just fucked them too.”

Bitches? Plural? My eyebrows meet in the middle, curious who he is referencing.

“Who?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Tell me, you asshole?”

“FUCK me first! Let me...”

Dominic’s fist meets his jaw without a word.

“Who else was there?” I shout at him, requiring answers to my capture.

“All I’m going to say is two others wanted to see your demise. Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.”

His diabolical laugh shifted something inside. Let’s get this started. I crave to hear him scream, to harken him imploring for it to end.

Extracting the pictures of the women he hurt, I require information.

“Do you remember Jasmine?” I withdraw her picture. “Or how about Suzanne?” I display her photo before his swollen eyes.

“Oh yes, her scream made my dick so hard.”

Rage infiltrated my muscles. I can’t contain myself anymore. I grabbed the hunting knife from the table and stabbed his abdomen on the right side. It’s more complicated than it seems on TV. However, I made it all the way in. Prying the knife from his flesh, I view a long, white, squiggly thing pull through the wound-- his intestines. My eyes widen in sheer excitement.

“That’s for them.”

His scream fueled my need to cause him more harm.

I took the vast nails and hammered his hand to the wood blocks, blood oozing from his body. My eyes enjoyed every look of anguish he expressed on his smug face.

“Leticia, Sabrina, Katia, and Julie, all say hello and hope you burn in the fury depths of hell!”

Groaning in pain, he still taunted me.

“Is that all you got?”

Anger soared! “Hold his mouth open!”

Dominic’s men jump into action. I pull at his tongue, slicing off a piece while he screams for me to stop.

“STOP! STOP! Did you stop when I asked for you to? NO! Instead, you licked my face with your putrid saliva.”

Searching the table, I grab the scalpel, shouting my following directive. “Pull his pants down.”

He screams gargled versions of no, which I gladly ignore.

With Dominic’s men holding him in position, I stroll up to him, confident in my depraved actions, waving the blade in his face.

“One cut for every woman you have ever assaulted.”

His body jerked in fear, and I thrived with each plea. Grabbing his dick in my hands, I went to work, slicing his dick thirteen times for all the women he forced himself on. Looking at him with hate and disdain, I spew with anger soaring from my throat.

“I AM THEIR VENGENCE!”

His pleas for mercy fall on deaf ears when I perk up, staring directly into his black soul.

“This is for me,” I slice the head of his penis agonizingly slow. Looking into his pleading eyes.

“This is for my baby.”

Lifting his dick at the base, I dig deep with his sheer terror and pain wails, satisfying my need for vengeance. I make my way up to the tip of his urethra. His screams fueled my psychotic rage my incessant need for revenge.

“Fucking bitch.” He gargled the words, enraging me even more.

“Fucking bitch?”

I take the lemon juice and soak his mangled dick, watching it bubble as his body shook in anguish.

“YES! YES! FEEL PAIN! LIVE IN THE TORMENT YOU HAVE CAUSED OTHERS!”

Dominic’s men turned their heads as I watched with glee how he attempted to jump to relieve his agony.

“I’m just getting started. Bring him here.”

I walk over to the bread press.

“Looks like you’re going to bleed out. We need to cauterize it.” Dominic’s men’s eyes bulged out in fear, twisting their heads away as I slammed his dick on the scorching surface, flattening it with the top of the press. His screams fill my ears with satisfaction.

“Yes, scream, plead for your life just like we did.” The evil stirring within me was emanating from every pore on my body.

Releasing him from the press, I grasp his mangled dick at the base and rip off the burnt skin. A slew of groans fills the room from my actions with his wails of pain.

I slam his dick on the press again, flattening it, causing him extreme agony. Enjoying every second of it. The sound of gagging in the corner captures my attention. One of Dominic’s men needs a stronger stomach for this line of work.

Enzo pleads for me to stop,

“Stop? Stop, you say? How about NO!”

Rereleasing him from the bread press, I rip the skin off, repeating the action a third time. The room reeks of burnt flesh mixed with piss. This asshole pissed himself through one of the new holes I gave him.

Ripping off the skin a third time, his head falls forward.

“How do you like that, Chase, Enzo, whatever the fuck your name is? How does it feel to plead for mercy but to be ignored and used for my entertainment?”

His words were nothing but jumbled utterances.

I smack his face. “Speak up, asshole!”

He spits in my face, enraging me even further.

Wiping his saliva off my face. “Get him on all fours.” Fury erupts within me; ultimate pain is necessary. The fuck machine is set up in the corner. Dominic’s men prepare him on a chair on all fours, lined up with the device.

The dildo has been modified with razor blades. As he waits for his defiling, I stroll in front of him.

“Do you remember what you told me after you strapped me down to that table?”

He mumbles incoherence.

Pulling his hair to face me. “You told me you didn’t care that I was pregnant!! Because you were going to fuck me in the ass! Now you can enjoy the ass fucking!”

Flipping the switch, the machine is on full speed, deepest length. I watch with pleasure as his eyes scream in agony! Enjoying every last bit of pain, he’s enduring, I allow the machine to run until he’s in so much pain he passes out.

“NO! I need him awake. Wake him up. Bring him here.” I twist to face Dominic. His face is unreadable, stoic even after my torment.

He nods at his men to relocate him where he once stood. One of his men waves smelling salts before his nose, jolting him back to life.

“Oh no, you will remain awake for your punishment, you vile piece of shit!”

“Fuck you.” He mumbled gibberish.

My hand soared in the air, connecting with his bloodied face.

In the most coherent voice, he could muster. “I’m glad you lost your baby.”

Red– red filtered my eyes. I was no longer in charge of my actions.

“THIS IS FOR MY BABY YOU FUCKING RAPIST BASTARD!!!”

A burst of darkness escaped, releasing from within uncontrollable sobs. The overwhelming slew of emotions hit me like an atomic bomb, allowing everything to be liberated. Releasing a gut-wrenching scream, I reach for the gun and pull the trigger repeatedly.

However, there’s no sound except the click of each tug on the trigger. Twisting to face Dominic, I question with my eyes. Dominic’s hand extends, grasping the gun while the other arm coils around my waist, pulling me in.

My hands lay upon his chest as I nestle in the valley of his pecks. Placing a delicate kiss on the crown of my head, he whispers, “A cloud of this magnitude will overshadow your aura. My soul has already been tainted by the death of others. I refuse to let this bastard take your innocence as well.”

The anguish I’ve held back all these months finally liberated, saturating his shirt, plastering it to his chest. His free arm reaches behind his back, whipping out a gun.

DOMINIC

Watching her ferocity as she enacted her revenge was the most erotic thing I have ever witnessed in my entire fucking life.

But experiencing her anguish. That! That broke something inside of me. Watching her agony broke my soul.

I crave to care for her, to feel no pain.

Although, her dark side sparkled like a fucking diamond, I couldn’t help but feel proud. Yet hearing her gut-wrenching scream echo within these walls, my heart ached for her.

The clicks of an empty gun fill the room. Her heartbreaking stare, questioning my betrayal, triggers my heart to stop.

I extend my arm, removing the gun from her hands, snaking around her waist, tugging her towards me, gently kissing her head. I explain my actions.

“A cloud of this magnitude will overshadow your aura. My soul has already been tainted by the death of others. I refuse to let this bastard take your innocence as well.”

Reaching behind my back, I withdraw my gun, pulling the trigger, I unload every bullet in my gun, ensuring that fucker is no longer among the living. The blaring sound of gunshots fills the atmosphere, followed by a loud thump, his lifeless body meeting the floor.

Placing the gun on the table, I hoist her in my arms, bridal style, walking towards the exit.

“Get that piece of shit outta here.”

I allowed her to release her fury unimaginably. I accept this part of her. I always knew this side existed. She required safety to release it, and she felt it with me. Her face is buried deep within my chest. We disappear beyond the halls, walking in silence.

I stop, whispering, “You’re okay, Mariposa. You’re safe.”

The roar of water captures her attention, finally triggering her head to rise to view the bathroom.

Still cradled in my arms, standing in the shower, allowing the water to rain upon our bodies. Lowering her to her feet, I speak in a hushed tone, “Let’s clean you up.”

Peering at my chest, she views shades of red and pink. Her eyes cast to her physique, discovering she’s coated in blood, his blood.

I move at a slow pace, awaiting her response. She doesn’t protest. I pull her shirt over her head, tossing it to the corner.

I bend before her, pulling off her boots and socks while staring into her reddened brown eyes, bowed before her. I hook my fingers in the band of her pants, unbuttoning and unzipping as she watches with my eyes fixated with hers.

Slowly pulling down her pants and undergarments, she steps out, never breaking eye contact. As I rise to full height, she raises her arms to undo the buttons on my shirt. I allow her whatever is necessary at this moment, releasing me from the constriction of wet clothing.

She unbuckles my belt while staring into her mesmerizing eyes, tossing it to the side. Unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, she shimmies everything to my feet. Her breathing quickens. She’s willingly naked in front of me after all this time. She swallows hard, staring into my eyes.

Stepping towards her, she steps back as I grab a sponge, lathering it in my soap, and wash away today’s liberating events.

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