“We could not save your sister. As our penance, allow us to help you. To serve you.”
My eyes heat with the need for tears, but there is no time for that. “Okay,” I agree. “Go get the lamp from myroom.” I direct the words behind me to Viktor.
He doesn’t waste any time, and I can hear as he gets up off the table.
I shift out of Niko’s arms. He jumps off the table before offering me a hand. I take it. “A knife, matches, and cooking oil from the kitchen.”
He doesn’t ask any questions; he simply gives a curt nod before walking away.
I straighten my clothes out and walk towards the tied-up captives. “That’s what it sounds like to enjoy it.” I’m speaking the words to Bryton. “You are not my brother. You are not my family. You are monsters that forced me into submission.” I turn my attention to Stephan. He’s wriggling like a pig on the floor. “I never knew what was going to happen next. Now I have blinded you both, so you won’t see it coming either. But just know one thing for certain. It will hurt.” I land one swift kick to Stephan’s face, enjoying his grunt of pain.
Viktor and Niko have returned with the items. They place them on the table behind me. I grab the knife first. My finger presses into the point. It’s dull.Perfect.
“You have both stamped your way into my skin. It is only fitting that I do the same.” With Viktor’s help, I straighten Stephan’s chair.
His eye sockets and busted nose are a better representation of his soul: empty, bloody, repugnant. I use the knife to rip open his shirt. and then I carefully carve the letter S as large as I can. The dullness of the blade is making the journey difficult, but Stephan no longer has the ability to form words. Instead, he is screaming like a little bitch.
“This is nothing.”
When I am done, I lean back, examining my handiwork.
“Oh, I know what you’re missing.” I attempt to carve RAPIST across his forehead, but I run out of space.
RAPI is close enough.
I ignore him and move onto Bryton; I repeat my actions. He is crying out of his bloody eyes, little drops of crimson falling to the floor below to mix with the rest of his blood.
“You pissed yourself already? We haven’t even had any fun yet,” I cackle.
“Please,” he wails the word.
“Now, why would I stop? You two never did.” I turn around to the lamp. My eyes find Viktor and Niko.
“Not trying to rush you, but it might be best to leave soon.” Niko’s gruff voice is gentle.
I nod my head. “Almost done, promise.”
With my free hand, I move the cord of the lamp until I am right at the base, and then I begin to cut through the cord.
“What’re you doing?” Viktor sounds intrigued.
“Surprise.” I pull the now-free cord into my hand and peel back the plastic until it reveals frayed electrical wiring.
There is an outlet right behind the table, and I plug it in, careful with my hold.
Wouldn’t want to get shocked.
It is just long enough to do what I need it to do. I press the cord into the bloodiedSon Stephan’s chest first.
He is now screaming and violently convulsing as I shock him. I pull it away after not too long.
“I thought that might hurt.” I move to Bryton, doing the same. “I am not your doll, your daughter, or your sister, you disgusting freaks. My name is Sofia. And I am your judge, jury, and executioner.” I keep the cord pressed into Bryton until his convulsing slowly dies down.
He breathes one last rasping breath before his head falls forward. Dead.
I return my attention to Stephan. “I think you need a bit more than that.” I drop the cord in his lap. It lands directly on his dick, and he screams in absolute agony. I reach behind me for the oil and matches.
I upend the oil over Stephan, throwing the now-empty container onto the ground.
