Aurelia steps forward, her eyes fiery with revenge, and neither of them tries to speak through their gag, they’re too dumbstruck.
“Oh, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost…” she taunts, a wide smile stretching across her black lips.
Aurelia stops in front of one and her hand lightly traces his jaw, not out of lust, more of a mock. “Oh, don’t worry, I’m letting you go, big brother,” she says slyly, almost playful. “But whether you can make it out of this place alive is another thing.”
The other one finally chooses to speak through his cloth, but I can see the anger and bitterness in his eyes. He has the fucking audacity to shout at her. In front of me?
Something evil and possessive surges through me like a spike of lightning. And before I can control it, my fist whips out like a sledgehammer, smashing into his face so violently that his head snaps back—the sound, disturbingly satisfying.
He groans loudly, blood pouring through the gag as my hands slam down on his bound arms, fingers digging into fresh skin. I lean over him, bringing my face nose-to-nose with his, a beastly growl tearing from my throat—a warning.
His eyes widen, locked onto my red spirals, chest rising and falling in sharp, heavy breaths through his nose.
“Wrath...”Aurelia hisses my name quietly, trying to rein me in.
I have to stop myself from going further by ripping his throat out with my bare hands. Snarling lowly, my body vibrating with rage, I take a step back, barely containing who I am. But I need to. For her sake. Reminding myself this isn’t about me. This is her moment, and she needs it.
When I look at her, she gives me a small nod, and I get to work right away. I tilt both their chairs back and strap their heads down, securing them in place, getting everything ready for her to scoop their eyeballs out with a spoon.
Aurelia circles slowly, watching it all unfold with those calculated steps of hers, graceful and cold. The air shifts around her, heavy and charged, and I can feel the power radiating off her in waves. She’s in her element.
As soon as they’re bound and unmovable, she climbs onto one of their thighs, crawling up his body until her face is right above his. She smiles down at him, a cruel, wicked smile that sends a tingle straight to my dick.
I growl low, eyes locked on her, drinking her in because she looks like a fucking badass right now. Like my perfect dark goddess, made for chaos and pain.
Her eyes flick to mine, and just like that, I’m gone.
She watches me watching her, and for a second, we both almost forget why we’re here.
I swear, I’m one second away from ripping her off him, bending her over, and shoving my dick so far up her ass that when they go back to hell, they’ll carry the image with them.
They’ll fucking tell Satan exactly what they saw and how I ruined her little body right in front of them.
Aurelia gives me a soft smile before her expression drops and she looks down at him again, refocusing. She doesn’t want to look for long and she doesn’t need to speak or taunt either. My little corpse wants blood. No wait, theatrics or remorse.
She just brings the spoon down and shoves it straight into his eye without flinch or pause and as he screams, his body vibrating beneath her, the sound of tearing muscle and gushing blood fills the room, Aurelia doesn’t react.
She stays still and focused, while continuously grinding the spoon into his socket like this is exactly what she’s been waiting for and she’s going to take her time with it.
It makes me more fucking obsessed with her. She’s as fucked up as I am.
I just stand there and observe, waiting as she takes each of their eyes out and when she finally steps down, blood on her hands but calm in her face, she gives me a nod and I unstrap their heads.
“You can leave now,” she giggles, so carefree and light, it’s almost horrific considering they’re still writhing in agony.
But my lips twitch as my eyes lock on her ass jiggling in that little fucking tutu and fishnets, driving me mad while I follow her out.
My fists are so tight, I can feel my nails digging into my palms, breaking skin, barely holding myself back from slamming her down and taking control.
Not because I don’t admire her. No, cause I do, in some fucked-up way. But right now, in this exact moment, I want nothing more than to fucking break her, degrade her and make her scream under me, just like she did to them.
Little fucking tease.
When we’re back in the control room, I lock the door behind us and make my way toward the buttons. Grabbing the remote, I turn around and head for the chair, settling into it, my arms resting lazily on the armrests. Aurelia, without hesitation, lowers herself onto my lap, and the moment she does, she looks down at me, her eyes sharp.
“You got off on that?” she asks, raising an eyebrow, her hands still coated in blood.
My jaw clenches, fingers twitching as my teeth grind. I feel the pressure building, and when she settles fully onto my hard cock, her smirk only intensifies. I don’t even think, just react and my hand snaps to her throat, cutting off her air, pulling her face close to mine.