Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
I grab his belt buckle and slowly undo it. His eyes connect with mine in a flurry of emotions, but I want him in particular to watch what’s about to unfold.
He needs to see the full scale of my depravity.
The worst of the worst.
All three of them need to witness me so they know that I will not fucking yield to any man.
Orion
She pulls the belt from the loops in a whisk and turns, only to strike Samuel right in the face. Blood gushes from his wounds, his face cut open, eyes bulging as he shrieks.
“Sunny, I’m sorry! Please, have mercy!”
“Apology not accepted, bitch!”
She keeps hitting him over and over, and the blood sprays from his body like a fountain of youth she’s extracting straight from his veins. I dare not intervene. Her revenge is hers and hers alone to take.
The way she moves as she hurts is like she’s dancing among the crimson droplets, and my pen is whooshing across the pages from the sheer inspiration she’s given me.
Goddess of vengeance
Truest intent
Justice shaped in metal and grins
A fire so hot it burns the sun
She embodies all
Singing the flames that surround my heart
She ignites me
God, how I love this woman.
This murder-obsessed walking death sentence.
I admire every meticulous cut she applies, every open wound she manages to slice deeper, and I have never, ever felt more alive than when I am watching her kill.
She’s brought me back from the brink of death, and I linger there, ever so in love.
Not just with the idea of her, but with life itself.
Because what is the point in living if I cannot adore every single second I get to spend with her?
Xavier
I watch in awe as she slices him to pieces with the belt alone, then casts it aside, breathing ragged breaths while covered in his blood.
Samuel hangs on by a thread, and she grips his slumped face by the cheeks—or whatever is left of it—then grits, “Now you know my fucking wrath.”
She shoves him back into the tree and steps back to admire her work.
“What now?” Atreus asks, standing in the middle of the grassy area and staring at the body.
She glances back at him, pausing, as if she’s wondering whether he’ll intervene.
“Is it done?” he adds.
“Xavier. Pin his arms up,” she says, still looking at Atreus.
I nod and immediately grab his arms to drag them up the tree sideways, then wrap the rope around them to secure them. His blood stains my shirt and skin, but it’s a small price to pay to witness her murders.
She pulls her favorite butcher’s knife from her bag and stabs Samuel repeatedly, cutting into his chest under Atreus’ watchful gaze. She’s given him a front row seat to the show, as if she wants him to bear witness.
Roaring out loud, she pulls Samuel’s rib cage out of his chest, bone by bone, and tears them to the side. The lungs are ripped through a hole in his back, splayed on each side of his ribs like a bird’s wings.
Atreus’ knees slowly cave in on him. “Blood eagle.”
The macabre display of violence has even me feeling queasy, but Atreus does nothing but stare at the onslaught, confused, dazed, numbed, or turned on, I don’t know.
But I am all of those, and more.
She manages to turn any man into a faithful worshipper.
A terrible, terrible power to hold … to keep.
Men don’t like to be owned.
They aren’t easy to tame.
But she … she’s worth it.
And she’s gotten all of us on our knees.
Every hampered breath when she chokes me with those manicured nails.
Every fucking heel she puts on my chest, I adore.
To be smothered by her depraved needs is the greatest honor.
When she’s done, Samuel is splayed out against the tree like a plucked bird, and Sunny is doused in his blood. She runs her fingers down her face and throws me a look so devilish I flinch.
She laughs out loud and grins. “Are you scared, pup?”
Even if I am, my pants are tented to the max.
Watching her kill … is the lifeblood of my obsession.
I fall to my knees in front of her.
“You should be. I could kill anyone I wanted to kill,” she says.
She cups my face with bloodied fingers and forces me to look up at her.
I whimper, “Is it over?”
She nods, smiling. “You did well.”
The relief that washes over me is unnatural.
So good that it makes my entire body tingle.
And when she leans in to kiss me, I’m on cloud nine.
This … this is all I ever needed. This is what I’d kill for. This is what I’d die for.
My woman.
Atreus
This is it.
There’s no going back.
Not after witnessing this.
My stomach nearly turns over, but I manage to keep myself together as I look at the ghoulish scene in front of me. Samuel’s transgression earned him the worst punishment I’ve seen in my lifetime, and nothing I ever expected to come across.