“I like you better when you can’t talk,” Sterling’s words drip with venom.
My camera is pointed right at him, and I don’t dare move a muscle, not wanting to make any kind of noise that will drown out the cracking sounds he’s creating with the pliers and those beautiful hands of his.
Justin’s screams are blood-curdling as Sterling tugs back and forth on another tooth before ripping it from his gums. A slur of curse words comes from Justin’s mouth, and I hate to admit it,but he makes a great victim. Then again, men like him usually do.
“I’m sorry,” Justin says, gagging on his own blood, and Sterling laughs. It’s the most perfect, wicked sound, and it sends a delicious thrill through me.
“Yes you are, a sorry excuse for a human being,” Sterling says, holding his head high with a gleam in his eyes.
Fuck, he’s sexy. Blood splatters his hand and the pliers. He smiles, sliding the tool to Justin’s eyebrow where a piercing hangs in the corner. A ripping sound shakes in the air and more screams are earned.
“I lied before,” Sterling says, spitting on the man in front of him, grabbing him by the collar. “I like it better when you scream. Let me hear it again.”
Justin’s face pales and his head rocks from side to side on the dental chair. Sterling tugs on one of the black straps, and when Justin lifts his head forward, Sterling grabs the strands of his hair, slamming his head back down.
Justin’s eyes roll into the back of his head. He’s losing consciousness from the pain. That’s too good for him. He should feel all of it. Every little bit.
He slurs his words, his eyes fluttering. Nothing he says makes any sense.
“Are you falling asleep on me? I guess I better do something to wake you up, huh? The way you kept doing everything you could to wake me up that night.”
Justin makes a high-pitched sound with his throat, his head rocking from side to side again
Sterling spreads Justin’s mouth open with his fingers and pulls his tongue out, latching the pliers onto the tip. Holding it in place, he removes a pair of garden shears from his back pocket. Justin’s definitely awake now, eyes widening and arms struggling against the restraints.
I want to tell him how good he’s doing, but I don’t want to take away from the performance, so whenever he looks my way, I give him an encouraging smile and thumbs-up.
Lifting the shears, he spreads the blades apart and slices down the middle of Justin’s tongue. The guy is a sputtering mess. His face is covered in tears, snot, and blood. Can’t tell which came first.
“Ah, there are those pretty eyes I wanted to keep seeing,” Sterling says. “You keep watching. Don’t stop. I want you to capture everything. Especially the best parts.”
He’s not only talking to Justin this time. He’s talking to me too. He drops the pliers and unzips Justin’s pants with his blood-covered trembling fingers while the others still hold the garden shears. Justin can barely move at this point, fading in and out again. Sterling slaps his face. “I said, pay attention.”
He frees Justin’s cock and gets him hard, holding him out as far as he can. Tilting his head, he wrinkles his nose in disgust and brings the blades together at Justin’s base. It’s not a clean cut either, part of it holding on by thin layers of tissue and skin. He spreads the two parts of the shears again, and when he snaps them back together, Justin’s willy falls to the floor.
“You still with me?” Sterling slaps him again and his eyes barely open, the skin puffing up around them. “That’s okay if you can’t answer. As long as you can still feel.”
Sterling drops the pliers and picks up a drill. He puts a hole in Justin’s thigh and then another in his shoulder. Looking at the blood-coated end, he smiles wider and says, “Now for the big finish. The men I usually play in movies never get to be the ones to walk away freely. I will this time, though. My stage, my rules.”
I beam and zoom in when he drills right through Justin’s throat. The last hole he adds to his body is right between his eyes. Justin’s body convulses, and whatever life was left in himquickly fades away. His body slumps, pupils blown and mouth hanging open.
It’s such a horrible sight, but that’s what horror is all about, isn’t it? The shock value and gore?
“And cut,” I yell as Sterling stands there panting, lowering the bloody drill and hitting the off button before it gets too close to his knee.
With his white coat soaked in blood and the drill still clutched tightly in his hand, he looks back at me. “How was my performance?”
My heart swells with pride. “Perfect. You were so perfect, my little icon.”
Moving away from the camera, I step closer to him, and the metal part of the drill starts spinning again. I laugh, knocking it to the floor, and it bounces around, splattering blood everywhere it goes. I laugh louder, tugging Sterling by the collar of his jacket and licking into his mouth.
He slams his mouth to mine, stripping me out of my clothes. I toss his jacket to the ground and he pulls off his shirt, heat stirring in his eyes as I stroke my cock. I back away slowly and he takes off his pants, closing in on me in nothing but his black jockstrap. There’s blood on his cheeks, hands, and neck. He needs more. I pull a knife from my back pocket and he takes it from my hand, twirling his fingers around the handle.
“Get yourself ready for me, baby. Let me watch.”
“Is . . . is the camera rolling?”
I look to where the green light is blinking and nod. “Yes. It’s ready for you.”