This isn’t even the worst thing that’ll happen to her tonight. She had better buckle up.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come for you first,cara cugina?” Rosa asks. Leaning forward, she takes hold of one of Eva’s fingers and twists it until it snaps.
I don’t even have the compassion for her to wince, and I sit back on my heels as I watch Rosa work.
“Did you think you were living in a Shakespearean tragedy?” I add. “Goading Rosa into killing herself would’ve just killed me. That wasn’t very nice, Eva.”
I know she didn’t know until this moment that we’re bonded, and I smirk as I pull out a large knife from the bag. I meant to grab it for Rosa, but I can feel my omega’s ire, so I begin to cut off Eva’s clothing with disturbingly slow movements.
“Papa is homophobic,” Rosa snorts. “He has no respect for human life, Eva, and neither do I. Stab her, Vero. Just a little one.”
I don’t allow myself to think too hard about it as I raise the knife and sink the blade into Eva’s body. I miss all the pesky bones in her ribs, and I find I enjoy the way the blood looks as I pull out the knife and return to what I was doing.
I can feel Rosa’s concern through the bond, and I answer her by kissing her. I’m not concerned for the blood bag laying underneath her, or the fact that she’ll be dead when Rosa is ready for her to be. All I want is for my girl to get her revenge, one person at a time, until she feels ready to leave all of this behind.
As Rosa and I look down at Eva again, she widens her eyes and begins to try to fight harder. Maybe she is finally realizing how fucked she really is.
Rosa moves off her body to systematically break every one of her cousin’s fingers, while I think about how vain she is.
“Fingers may heal, but you’ll always be ugly,” Rosa muses, coming to the same realization I just did. “I’ve noticed the people in my family have difficulty understanding consent. There’s a deep seated enjoyment they seem to feel when they get to humiliate others. Having a houseful of people watch my pussy and asshole get waxed has to list high on the things I never want to happen again.”
Something breaks behind me, and I find Pablo gazing down at Eva’s broken ankle in his hands.
“It looks better that way,” I shrug, watching as he takes a deep breath. “Pablo, this isn’t even the worst of it.”
“I know,” he whispers. “I didn’t realize how violent I was feeling about it until just now.”
“The only way to fix that is to let it out,” Rosa says. “Trust me on that. She won’t be able to kick at me with how fast her ankle is swelling. You broke it perfectly. Come here.”
Pablo takes another deep breath as he moves from his squat to his knees, crawling toward us.
“Eva is very particular about her looks. I was going to slice up her pretty little face. Would you like to help?” I ask.
“I don’t trust myself not to kill her too quickly, mama,” he sighs. “I’ll watch. I may want to break more of her bones though.”
“Easton was sweet and packed us a mallet. It’s heavy enough that it breaks bones nicely. I think he thinks I have more strength than I do in my muscles,” Rosa chuckles.
“I could lift it, but I’m trying to be a good girl. I also don’t think the baseball bat fit in my backpack,” I admit, making a face as I grab Eva’s hair and press the back of her head against the ground. “My stitches are mostly fine, but the stretching of the tissue that was cut aches when I do too much.”
I cut right above her brow, ensuring she sees the knife as she screams, and then dig the blade into her face as I drag it down the length of her too-pretty face. Eva has been getting by on her looks her entire life.
It looks like her face card privileges have run out, though she won’t be alive to deal with those repercussions.
“I think she looks lopsided,” I giggle. “Want to even her out, Rosa?”
I know she has enough control not to kill her too quickly, and she nods, taking the knife from me. Rosa digs the knife into Eva’s face, murmuring under her breath as she does. Eva’s blood mixes with her tears, and she shudders as Rosa’s words roll over her.
“Death may come to us all, but yours won’t be easy. No one will recognize you by the time we’re through.”
Rosa and I pull off the rest of Eva’s clothing, and I find another knife in the bag to begin carving words into her skin.
“So pretty on the outside, and so ugly on the inside,” I muse, carving the wordsselfish cuntonto her stomach. “I bet you would have gotten Rosa ready even without the money, huh? It's one thing to humiliate her, but shoving a buttplug inside of her, knowing she wouldn’t slick for your perverted self, is low.”
“Do you have a crush?” Pablo asks dangerously. He pulls a lighter from his pocket, and raises my brow in curiosity. He plays with the flame, flicking it on and off as he glares down on her. “We may not be the best people to lay judgement on others, but Rosa is your cousin?—”
“By marriage,” I mumble helpfully.
“And she complained there wasn’t time to eat my cunt,” Rosa adds, watching as Pablo presses the metal wind guard of the disposable lighter against the sensitive skin of Eva’s armpit.