Chapter 305 305

Chapter 305 305
Epilogue
Luna
Two months later
I hold the scalpel gently but firmly. I try to suppress a slight tremble and immediately feel Oscar’s chest press against my back as he grabs my wrist.
“Easy. We don't want to touch any nerves that will take away our pain.”
I nod and sink the tip into the tender flesh. My brother lets out a soft whimper. I’m sure he’d curse me out if he still had a tongue—but that was cut out weeks ago, just like his fingers and toes, one kneecap, most of his teeth, his scalp, and both ears. Monster has been having fun with him and, truth be told, so have I. I keep cutting through the skin and muscle of his bicep down to the elbow, touch the bone, and stop.
"What now?"
"Step to the side and apply more pressure."
He grips my waist and moves me aside. As soon as I press the blade deeper, a thick stream of blood spurts from the wound.
"It always splashes," Oscar murmurs, and I turn my head slightly to see that lethal gleam in his eyes.
What’s left of Samu’s body convulses, but I keep cutting, avoiding bones, nerves, and arteries until I finally manage to amputate the arm cleanly—or something close. I’m no surgeon, just learning how to torture; you can’t ask for much more.
I set the scalpel on a side table filled with the tools we’ve been using and turned around with a grin.
"Jenkins would be proud of this work. She should be worried I might take her spot as the Clan’s official medic."
Oscar lets out a laugh and wraps his arms around my waist again, this time from the front.
"We both know Jenkins doesn’t approve of anything we do down here, but as long as she stays out of our business, it’s fine. By the way, you need to mute that damn group chat with the girls. The constant pinging is driving me crazy."
Samuel groans again, and I glance at him with a look of disgust. His head has become a deformed mass oozing whitish fluid due to the scalp infection. The stench is nauseating—not just from that, but also because he’s been sitting in his filth for weeks.
"We’re going to have to kill him," I mutter.
Oscar sighs and walks around to kick the metal chair. Samuel’s eyes snap open in terror.
"He can last a few more days. Tomorrow we’ll start on the other arm."
"Where did you learn to do this? I don’t remember any torture or interrogation classes back at the compound."
"Practice," he replies, shrugging. "I lost quite a few in the beginning, but I got the hang of it. First with the Clan’s enemies, and then, after I moved to the estate and you weren’t there to calm me during my episodes, I realized the voices would quiet down if I gave them blood. The more grotesque and violent the hunt, the longer they stayed silent."
"Even Monster?" I ask.
I’ve gotten used to treating that part of him like a separate entity. They’re like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde—two personalities in one body. Thankfully, Oscar is strong enough to keep the other one under control most of the time. He glances over my shoulder to a corner of the cell and scoffs.
"No, that bastard I have to deal with all the time."
I wrap my arms around his neck and press my lips to his throat.
"He’s not so bad," I whisper. "He’s got good ideas in certain... areas. Like last night—"
Before I can finish, Oscar is already kissing me.
He thrusts his tongue into my mouth and forces me to step back out of the cell while his erection presses against my lower belly. His hands knead my breasts and ass before he sweeps everything off one of the tool tables and sits me on top of it. A new groan echoes, and we both pause, breathing hard.
"Give me a second," he growls and steps away.
He heads back into the cell, grabs the scalpel I used earlier, and in less than ten seconds, he gouges Samuel’s eyes out. He tosses them to the floor along with the blade and wipes the blood off his hands with his shirt as he returns to me.
"I couldn’t let that bastard watch while I fuck you."
I burst out laughing and wrapped myself around his neck again.
"You’re completely insane," I whisper against his lips.
"You said you wanted the full package—this is it."
"And I love it," I reply before biting his lower lip.
"I want to hear it," he growls, positioning himself between my thighs.
I lick the corners of his mouth and trace the scars on his back with my fingers.
"Hear what?"
He growls again, and one hand wraps around my throat.
"You know what. Say it."
I lift my chin with a smile I can’t hide.
I guess I did end up with the best parts of both his personalities. I have Oscar—the sweet, affectionate, protective one—and Monster, who’s rough during sex, possessive, violent, and a textbook pervert.
What woman wouldn’t lose her mind for something like that?
"I love you," I whisper, and his grip loosens.
He inhales deeply through his nose and closes his eyes with a look of pure satisfaction.
"Of course you do. You never had another choice."
He opens his eyes and smirks.
"Now lie back and spread your legs. We’re going to play a game."