“I would bet on it,” I reply, shaking my head.
We manage to discreetly skirt out the front door, Synn off in his room. We stride to the forest, to my Rage Out spot.
Iskra is standing by the tree. I hear a familiar snicking sound, and she smirks at us. I notice a Zippo lighter in her hand, her flicking it open and closed.
“Both of you, stand over here. And lose your pants,” she says.
We glance at each other, uneasy.
“Iskra...” I try.
“No... do not call me that! Do it!”
I hesitate, but decide to listen. I drop my pants. Razor does the same next to me. We’re both commando. We stand there awkwardly, our dicks out and wagging.
Iskra steps up closely, looking us in the eye. “An eye for an eye. Well, a burn for a burn,” she mutters with a laugh. She lights the flame, bringing it to my groin. I flinch instinctively. Surely, she won’t?—
A shrill scream leaves my lips when she sets my fucking pubes on fire! I flail, trying to pat it out. I manage to extinguish it, but now have scorch marks and burned balls.
Razor pales but stands and waits. She moves to do the same to him, but this time, she orders me to, “Grab his hands!” before flicking the flame to life on the Zippo.
Oh fuck. I do, softly apologizing under my breath. She lights him up, and he’s helpless to watch it rise, and when it hits his skin, he starts to yowl.
She cackles. “Let him go. Put it out.”
I smack at his groin, extinguishing the flames. Razor’s balls look worse-off than mine. I go to pull up my pants, and she stops me. “I’m not done yet.” She looks toward Razor. “Get your blade.”
He fumbles it out, handing it over.
“Hmmm... What can we do with this?” She grins wickedly. “You take turns cutting each other. On your dicks. No shallow ones, either.”
Why are we complying with this?
We owe her, plain and simple.
Razor raises his arm, bringing it down across my shaft. I stumble; knees buckling. I manage to stay standing, but the blood running off my dick is terrifying.
He hands it to me, and I quickly mirror his move. He doesn’t yell, but his jaw is rigid.
She nods. “Good enough.” Then she just turns and walks away.
Chapter 22
Phoenyxx
I haveone more asshole to go. And this one will be a thing of beauty.
I'm walking away from the kitchen, clutching my prize. I shove it in my waistband, where it comically bulges.
“You! What are you doing back, whore?”
My head whips around. Fucking Deetz.
I stare her down. “You really don’t want to fuck with me.”
She walks right up to me. And spits in my face. Wrong move.
I slide the dagger from my chest holster. With a manic grin, I bring the blade down, stabbing her in the shoulder. She splutters, blood pouring down her arm.
