123. He Came Back

*** Trigger Warning: Torture*** 

Ophelia POV  

I stood there looking at the guy. I had gotten what I wanted from him hours ago but I saw no reason to put him down yet. I planned to just continue to torture him. I wanted to know how much his body could take until it finally gave out.  

I kept at it slicing over some of his smaller cuts that had started to scab making sure they were deeper. Then I moved on to his teeth. I pulled out several of the front ones, hoping it would be more painful than taking the back ones. “Not a risk of biting again, are you?” I taunted in a youthful joyous voice. I had already damaged his feet to the point he would never walk again, had he been allowed to leave. But he would never leave this place alive, he knew it. 

The bleach was really doing a number on him. His hands had gone through the same infliction as his feet by this point. I wanted to see how one of the deeper cuts along his ribs would react to the bleach.  I had to repour another cupful and splashed it on the cut. His body twisted as it burned under his flesh.  

At some point I had fell into a kind of trance. I had been out of it for hours and hours. The sun was rising, and I was still there, not knowing how I had the energy for this kind of thing. I had been so tired lately but the adrenaline of doing this had taken over. Every time he passed out, I would wait for him to wake up only to start up again. I was reveling in the deep dark violent trance because I didn’t realize I was no longer alone until arms wrapped around me.  

I was about to stab whoever approached me but then I recognized those arms, it was Fox. His head nestled into my neck. “Little Psycho what a mess you made in the penthouse.” I smiled. “Did I miss all the fun?” He said before his nuzzled further in my neck. His hands started sliding down my front. “He is still alive if that is what you are asking, but I think he will die soon, every time he passes out it takes longer and longer for him to regain consciences.” I said softly. He let me go so I could face him. “I thought you were going to be gone for a few weeks?” I said and he smiled down at me. “That was the plan, but it seems I can't go to long without you, and when I heard about the fun you were having, I had to come home. Let’s just say blood and violence looks too good on you for me to stay away.” I let out a little giggle.  He dipped his head and kissed me.  

It was filled with passion and my hands fisted into his slick backed hair. His large, tattooed arms held me close, and I felt his hands firmly grip my ass. I could feel his hard cock through his suit pants. The mumbling pulled me out of the moment, and I turned to the guy who had just woken up again from his latest unconscious state. I grabbed the knife I had set down and shoved away from Fox.  

I yelled at the man I strung up. “You ruined a perfectly good homecoming, you fucking asshole.” I shoved a knife in his side avoiding his vital organs. He wouldn’t die, not yet at least by my hand. “You better fucking watch yourself, and don’t you fucking pass out again. My soon to be husband probably would like a go at you considering you sided with fucking traitors.” I turned back to Fox flashing him a smile. “He is all yours love.” I said. He smiled and grabbed one of the knifes and stabbed him right through the heart killing him. My hands went to my hips and my mouth turned into a scowl.  

“Why did you have to fucking kill him, I was not done.” He smiled coming in close to me. “Well let’s see. I wanted a go at him, but it seemed he was too close to death really to do any more damage, and I want to fuck you. There was no way in hell I would let him hear you call out my name, nor was he going to see it. He didn’t get that last pleasure.” I glared at him. “Fox you could have made him deaf and blind, fuck I made him mute why couldn’t you keep him alive; he was my therapy.” 

Fox laughed. “You seriously cut out his tongue, is that what you are telling me?” I gave him a smirk and said, “he was getting on my nerves with all that screaming. It was way too loud. So, I cut it out, his tongue, also he is missing some teeth.” Fox laughed and pulled me to him and kissed me hard. I reveled in the taste of him. His hands ran along my sides sliding into the shirt of his I wore. I pulled away.  

“What is wrong?” Fox asked. “Just have to clean all this up, you know, don’t need him decaying in the penthouse.” He laughed again. “So straight minded. I will call the cleaners to come after I have had you about thirteen times.” He said trying to grab me again. Which I out maneuvered. “Ophelia” he said exacerbated. “No, I had plans to dispose of him. He raised his brow. “Oh, do tell me what could be more important than my dick finding your nice tight, warm, wet cunt?” I smiled “Finishing this fucking war.” I spoke. His face stilled.  

“You found out who the player is?” I nodded slowly. “I did” He looked like he would burst at the seem. “Well, are you going to tell me?” “My uncle Nathan and Murphy fucking Chriestenson.” Fox stood there his anger palpable. He stopped trying to touch me, his hands were shaking, he was furious. “Okay little psycho what is the game plan here then?” I smirked at him. “I plan to dismember this asshole and send Murphy a little gift. I want him to know I am coming for him.” Fox smiled.  

“Any other plans, past that?” I nodded. “Yes, after I dismember this one his head will go in the freezer until I have a few more of his fake cops tortured and killed then drop them off to Murphy with a note, give him some trepidation that we are coming for him.” Fox was nodding at my plan. “Can I add to that since I am here?” I shrugged. “Okay good, I think we dismember him then get a gang leader under him and do the same to whichever one we find. And the third little gift as you call it should be Nathan. We present them all to Murphy and he will see that we know everything.”  

I chewed on my lower lip. “That may make him run.” Fox smirked. “That is where it gets fun, we make it so he can’t.” My eyebrows came together. “How do we do that?” I asked. Fox was now looking smug. “You never met Murphy’s youngest son. You know he had an older one and you killed him, remember that?” I nodded. “Yeah, well he still has one son left so when we drop off the dead, we included a Polaroid with his son in it and note, just like he sent to us.” I liked this plan.  

He came back up close to me his hands snaking around my sides. Pulling me to him again. "But before all of that, I am going to fuck you, I missed you and I want those beautiful, toned legs of yours around me.” His mouth was on mine in an instant. I couldn’t help myself as I indulged in the sin of him.