I lean on the metal pole, and enjoy the view.
“My, my, my.” I laugh as I watch him. “How things have changed.”
His head slowly lifts up and he glares at me. “Does your boyfriend know you’re here?”
“He gave me a free pass.” I lie, he doesn’t need to know I snuck in here.
Savage leans his head back on the chair, and it then that I realise what’s happened to him during his stay here. I knew they were torturing him but I had no idea what exactly. Now I see. Savage no longer has feet, in fact they have been cut from the knee and one of his hands have been removed. This strikes me of the work of Devlin and Grim, they’re the ones who are the most pissed with him, but I’ve heard rumours about Franky. Apparently he likes to removes fingers and then the whole hand, maybe the missing hand is Franky’s work?
It’s still so hard for me to see the men I count as family doing these horrid things to human beings. It doesn’t upset or sicken me, the men that they torture deserve everything that’s coming to them and this is why I’m here.
“I heard you’re leaving us soon.” I point out.
“Indeed,” He nods. “I doubt I will be breathing for long when Breaker gets his hands on me.”
“You expecting me to have sympathy for you?” I hold back the loudness in my voice as I ask, I don’t want Scrappy to end it so soon.
“Why else would you be here?” He laughs.
“You really want to know?” I step forward and I’m disgusted when he actually looks to me with what looks to be lust.
“Oh I’m dying to know.” He licks him lips.
I lean closer and ignore the bile rising in my throat when he looks to my breasts. I place a hand behind my back and reach into my jean pocket.
“Are you able to show me your cock?” I ask, looking to where his left hand is missing.
“No.” He replies, and I know that he’s lying.
“I think you’re lying.” I tease, gripping the small object in my hand.
“I think you should get it out if you want to see it, maybe even put your head down there and suck it.” He groans.
I almost laugh, he sounds so desperate! Why would he think I’m here to do that? Have his injuries made him loose his mind?
“Get your cock out.” I order and Savage quickly does as I say.
I watch as he uses his good hand to undo his zip and reach it to take out his cock. I feel sick when I see he’s fucking hard.
“And your balls.” Again, Savage reaches in and pulls out his balls.
Behind him, I spot some rope and an idea comes to mind. “I think I’ll tie you up.”
Savage bites down on his bottom lip. “I’ll be at your mercy.”
As I walk behind him to get the rope, my mouth curls in disgust but I hide it when I return to him. He holds out his good arm for me and I tie it to the back of the chair, he is already secured to the chair, so I order him to hold down his handless arm against his stomach and I wrap the long rope around him and the chair so he can’t move an inch.
“How’s that?” I ask him when I’m done.
He wriggles, testing the rope. “Can’t move.”
There’s excitement on his face, but it soon drops when he sees the lighter from behind my back.
“What’s the matter? Don’t like lighters?” I ask as I hold the cigarette lighter in my hand and shake it in front of his face.
“Not when my cock and balls are hanging out.” He wriggles in his restraints again and I laugh.
I flick the lighter and look at the bright flame dancing. “You don’t like a little bit of fire?”
Savage tries the rope again but there’s no point, he’s completely fucked. I slowly make my way towards him, loving the way he’s panicking as I do. I kneel before him, so I have a good view of his balls as I place the lighter right under them. Savage squeals as the flame kisses his flesh but then I panic that Scrappy heard him.
Fuck!
I look around in a panic and spot some dirty rags on the floor. I use one to cover his mouth so Scrappy can no longer hear him, but I fear that the damage is already done. I grab my lighter again and place it back against his balls. This time his screams are muffled by the dirty fabric and laugh as his legs wiggle around as he struggles to cope.
“I think you may be a man that prefers his dick being played with rather than your balls, am I right?” I ask, taking the flame away from his balls.
Savage looks pale as his eyes widen. He muffles something, so I lift the rag just a little so I can hear what he has to say. “You’re a crazy bitch.”
Smirking, I place it back on his mouth. “I’m crazy because I want revenge?”
He muffles something else but I don’t care to listen. His cock is now small and shrivelled up. Not attractive at all! I relight the lighter placing the flame to his foreskin and revel in his screams.
“Tasha!” I hear from behind me.
I don’t turn to face Scrappy as I answer. “Leave me alone.”
“You need to get out of here.” Scrappy warns.
Savage screams again as I go down his shaft, burning a fresh piece of flesh.
“I’m not going anywhere.” I answer.
“Shit.” Scrappy curses and runs out. I’m no fool, I know exactly where he’s going.
“We don’t have much time left.” I let Savage know.
I reach for a piece of wood at my feet and set fire to it. I did want to go a little slower with Savage, but circumstances have made me speed things up. I pick the flaming wood up and place it on Savage’s lap, it engulfs him and sets the whole area on fire. I stand back and enjoy the show.
“Tash!” I hear Devlin roar from behind me. “What the fuck?”
“I told you Dev.” Scrappy explains.
“Your old lady has gone fucking insane.” Razor laughs.
“It’s kinda hot.” Baby adds.
Taking my eyes from a burning Savage, I turn to face them. “I just wanted to hurt him, the way he did me.”
With that, I walk away knowing that Devlin will be following me.
“What the fuck do we do?” Razor asks.
“Put some fucking water over him!” Devlin shouts from beside me.
I carry on walking through the front door this time but Devlin stops me when we reach the garden.
“Tasha, what the fuck?” Devlin looks me over.
“He deserved it.” Is all I say.
“I’m not saying that. You’re injured, you could have hurt yourself!” He doesn’t sound very happy.
“You’re pissed because of my ribs and not because I set Savage on fire?” I giggle.
“No, I am angry at that but you’re my main concern.” He points out. “We agreed to keep him alive for Breaker, he was barely holding on before. I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve killed him.”
“Is that really so bad?” I ask.
“I don’t want you to have that on your hands.” He grabs my hands in his, looking down at them before looking back to me. “You had every right to do that, but I don’t want you hurting.”
“You really think I killed him?” I ask as he gently holds me.
“I don’t know.” Devlin shakes his head. “We’ll have to see if a man can live with a burnt cock and balls after he’s lost both legs and a hand.”
Devlin picks me up looking down at me as I lie in his arms.
“Don’t do that again.” He demands.
“I wanted revenge, you should understand that.” I point out.
“But I’m not the one who needs bedrest.” He frowns down at me.
“Take me to bed then.” I smile.
Shaking his head, he walks me inside the clubhouse and as we do Franky and Grim appear.
“Warehouse.” Is all he says as Devlin makes his way toward our room.