Chapter 227
Leah’s eyes went wide as I lifted her left hand from the armrest, forcing her fingers straight despite her trembling. Her nails, once perfectly manicured wate chipped and blood–streaked now. I brushed my thumb slowly over each one, almost tender, as though deciding which to begin with.
Her breath came in ragged, shallow bursts, her chest heaving against the topes. Tears mixed with the blood on her face, running down in uneven lines.
“Shh…” I cooed, almost softly. “It’ll be over soon.”
The hammer came down.
The first strike landed squarely on her index fingernail. There was a sickening crack as the nail split and the bone beneath shattered. Her entire body convulsed against the ropes, a shriek tearing from her throat though it was raw and broken, more a ragged sound than a word.
Blood immediately welled up, dripping from the ruined digit, the splintered nail bending at an unnatural angle.
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I lifted her hand again, tilting it to inspect my work. “One down,” I whispered, my voice low and calm. “Nine more to go.”
Her thumb trembled under my grip. I could feel her pulse racing, feel the tendons flex as she tried to curl her hand into a fist, but I pinned it flat again.
The hammer rose.
The second strike was harder and her cry nearly burst my ears.
“It’s your useless cunt next“, I hissed as I lifted the hammer again. Her scream started before it even fell but I didn’t care. I was going to ruin her cunt with the big tools just like she had told her imbeciles to ruin my ass.
I dropped the hammer with a dull clang after some good minutes. The damage was done, her right hand hung limp, fingers twisted in different angles, nails split and blackening with blood. She stared at it in disbelief, trembling uncontrollably.
But I wasn’t finished. Not by far.
I reached for another tool.
A heavy, wooden implement, carved thick and smooth like man’s cock. A wooden dildo, bigger than a fist at the base.
Leah’s eyes widened in horror as soon as she saw what I was holding.
“Niko no….“,
“Spread her legs, Antonio“, I ordered. Antonio moved without hesitation.
But just as he was about to do it, the knock on the door interrupted us. My head snapped back to the door and I glared at it.
Antonio instantly opened the door and the face of Alessandro appeared making me drop the wooden dildo.
I walked immediately to him, my mood changing in an instant.
Antonio walked out, leaving us alone with Leah, broken and trembling in her ropes.
“Alessandro…” I spoke out.
Alessandro’s dark eyes swept over me first, lingering on the blood smeared across my shirt and hands, then flicked past me to Leah. A slow, approving smile curved his lips.
“You did a wonderful job, baby boy,” he murmured, his voice low.
His hand reached up, fingers brushing my jaw in a soft caress despite the filth and blood.
Chapter 227
Then his gaze slid back to Leah.
She was still shaking, eyes wide and wet, her lips split open and trembling as she tried to form words she no longer had the strength for
Alessandro took a step closer to her, his presence alone making the air feel heavier.
“You always wanted me, didn’t you, Leah?” he asked. “You thought if you took him from me, if you ended him, you would have me. Is that what you told yourself?”
Leah whimpered, shaking her head weakly, tears spilling over.
Alessandro’s smirk widened.
“You’re going to get what you wanted,” he whispered, crouching just enough that his eyes were level with hers. “You’re going to watch, Leah. Watch what you could never have. Watch what you failed to get‘,
Alessandro straightened and turned his eyes back to me. That look, dark, commanding, filled with a twisted sort of affection lit something deep inside me immediately.
I knew what he meant when he told Leah to watch.
To watch us have sex …. see Alessandro’s dick probably for the first time.
Leah’s eyes widened further, raw horror flooding her face as Alessandro slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
*After everything, the torturing… leave her alive“, Alessandro’s voice dropped lower, almost a purr, as his fingers undid the zip of my pants.
‘Her uterus will carry our son or daughter“,
AUTHOR’S NOTE.
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