I’ve never crucified someone before but I expected a lot of blood.
“The nail is likely working as a seal. There wouldn’t be much external blood, but there may be internal bleeding.”
I gaze at Jedediah, tears streaming down his face.
“Well, Jed. Not much blood. That’s disappointing… but it still hurts, right?”
“No. It fucking tickles, you evil bitch.”
Carter hands me another nail and I hold it just above his wrist like the first one.
“Watch your mouth, Prophet. Jesus is watching.” I say with a giggle, and hammer the nail through his flesh as he screams louder than before. I’ve done research and know there are arteries in the hands. Did I hit one? Maybe. I’d like him to suffer for a prolonged period of time, but I won’t be disappointed if he dies sooner rather than later.
“How’s that feel?” I ask him as I step down from the stool.
“Wicked, ungodly heathen.” He spits, saliva mixing with blood dribbling down his chin.
My men surround me protectively, and this time it doesn’t annoy me because they’ve honored their promise. They stood by and watched me get revenge.
“If you want to make him scream I’m okay with it.” I say to all of my men.
Jedediah groans in pain, his eyes shut tight as his breaths come out labored.
“Haven’t you done enough? Just leave me alone and let me die.”
I shrug my shoulders in response to his whining.
“There is no amount of torture to make up for what you’ve done to me. It could never be enough, but this will have to do. While you’re burning in hell, I’ll be living my best life.
When I walk away from this, I’m done even thinking about you. You controlled so much of my life, but not anymore. You are powerless over me.”
Killian is the first to approach him and punch him in the face and then in the stomach. Knox is second and this is a side of him I’ve only seen once—with Grave. His eyes are dark, his jaw clenched, pure hatred showing in his expression as he draws his fist back and strikes Jedediah in the side. His pained grunt is loud as he hisses. Carter moves closer to me, a knife is inhis hand as he stares at me, asking for permission and I nod in agreement.
He stands in front of the man that was once my father.
“I know the pain of what you did to her. Fists are not enough. You disappointed our girl by not bleeding. So now you’ll make up for that. She wants your blood, and you’ll give that to her. Beg for me to make you bleed, Prophet.”
His eyes shoot open as he stares at Carter like he’s lost his mind.
“Beg.” Carter says when he doesn’t get a response.
“Beg or I’ll cut your puny dick to shreds.”
Jedediah screams out.
“Holy Father, please!”
Carter holds the knife between his legs, only a few inches away from him.
“Last chance. I promise you, I’m just crazy enough to do it.”
Killian and Knox both wrap an arm around me as we watch this man, once strong and powerful, now weak and pathetic as he begs Carter to torture him.
“Please, make me bleed.”
He slices across his stomach and I smile seeing the blood drain from his body.
“More. Make me bleed.” He says, and now I know he’s trying to get Carter to kill him, but thankfully, Carter sees through it. He touches his chest with the tip of the knife.