The Wicked End

Inside the room the lights were on. The table was gone and there he was. The fat man. He was tied to a metal chair. If I hadn’t known better id say that chair was bolted to the ground.
“it is” said Matt. I nodded slowly “oh” he placed his hand on my lower back “don’t worry I wont put you in here. you’ll be staying in my room tonight” I nodded not really thinking about his words or the way he spoke them.
The guy tried to look up but his eyes were covered with a black cloth. I pressed my lips together and grabbed Matt’s arm. Every thing came back to me within one second.
I blinked and looked around, Matt was standing still exactly how he was only now watching me. There was also a tall lanky guy with black hair, he was wearing a silk robe and holding a long can. I looked back at Matt and asked “what?”
Matt placed the hand I wasn’t holding on the back of my head and pulled my head to his arm in sort of a hug manner. I started nuzzling in to him until I realized he kid napped me. This made him chuckle “and you love every bit of time I spend with you.”
I just pulled away from him “why are we here and what do I do?” Matt took the can from the guy “thanks rev” the guy nodded and left the room.
He wrapped his arms around me “we can kill him if you want” he whispered in my ear. A chill ran down my spine as the thought of killing the fat man floated in my mind. Killing some one was wrong and I knew it. Exodus 21:12 states ‘one who strikes a man so that he actually dies is to be put to death without fail.’
Matt pressed his lips to my cheek and made small smooching sounds. I shook my head and said “no” he laughed “you wont be stricken by god.” I shrugged “id like my name to be in the big book at the gates of heaven” he moaned “I love an angel” I shrugged “I’m not an angel.” Matt let go of me and asked “you want play with him? He’s my gift to you.”
I blinked what do I do with him? Matt leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. I stood still. He didn’t kiss like gates. My lip stung for a moment and I tasted blood “that’s because I’m not” I saw the anger flow through his eyes. “maybe this isn’t a good idea”
I rubbed his arm and pressed my lips to his. He just stood still. “your better than him Matt” I whispered against his lips in regards to gates. Matt smirked and kissed me back. Kissing Matt was different today than it was the first night, there was now some sort of calmness in the kiss. His tongue slipped by my lips and started to run up and around mine.
I ran my hands up his arms and over his chest. He moaned obvious delighted with my actions. He started walking until my back hit the wall. Matt’s pelvis pressed in to mine creating a lovely friction down south. I lifted my legs with a bit of help from Matt. I moaned as he pressed himself on me again, by this point Matt had started getting hard. I pulled away panting and rubbing his neck.
He just stared at me “Rory go ahead and do what you want with him, you have all the time in the world to please me.”
Matt let my feet touch the ground, I almost felt like I had earned it or better yet I felt like Matt was rewarding me. One look in to his eyes and I was back in that abandoned street putting my heals on, wanting him to want me, wanting him to approve of me, just one look and I was back to square one.
I waited until he stepped away from me to move.
Once I was in front of the fat man I looked over at Matt “you said any thing?” Matt shrugged “you heard me” I nodded.
I stared at him and said “I want a knife” Matt just stared at me in return. He walked out of the room and within seconds threw a knife in front of me. It skid against the floor towards me.
I picked it up and placed the sharp edge of the blade over his fingers. I watched him freeze. His hand shook lightly and he started trying to retract his fingers. I groaned and quickly sliced the bandana off of his eyes.
He looked scared, his eyes were begging me. I looked over at Matt.
Matt was rubbing his crotch slowly “mm baby don’t stop” he moaned. I rolled my eyes “all men are pigs.”
I turned to the man and said “I’m going to make you regret ever being born,” he glared and shook his head.
I stared at Matt “I-I cant do it” I watched as his eyes rolled. He inhaled loudly and made his way to me “what do you want to do?” he asked as he removed his shirt and handed it to me.
I blushed as I passed him the knife. His features never softened he all business like. “I wanted to uh.”
He stood there tall and strong, if I wanted to I probably couldn’t move him.
If I said what I was planning to do out loud id ruin the surprise. Id have to whisper it.
I had started to think like a mad man what had triggered it? That was some thing I had yet to learn.
I stepped over to Matt and stood on my tip toes as I whispered in his ear “I was going to cut off his finger and make him swallow it.” I had to see the look in his eyes after that comment.
Matt studied my facial expression and waited. I bet he thought I was kidding. “okay, go put my shirt down some where it wont get dirty”
I looked around “and where would this some where be?” I asked. He shrugged “by the door” I did as I was told and returned to his side.
Matt pulled me in front of him and wrapped his arms around me “first you hold the hilt of the knife like this” he leaned to the left to make sure I was watching. I nodded. His hand opened and I wrapped my fingers around the hilt tightly.
Matt nuzzled himself in to my neck as he wrapped his right hand over mine on the hilt. He brought the blade to the fat mans finger and said “then you press and pull slowly.” he lightly guided my hand over his.
“or you can be ruthless like me and do it like this” he spoke and let the tip of the blade rest on the armrest, as he started to press down I started to tremble. All I could picture was Steve sitting in front of me. Matt pulled away from me and asked “Rory whats wrong?”
I shook my head and stepped back “I cant do it.” he sighed “why? Technically I’m doing it” I shook my head “only god can judge him”
Matt just turned. I watched as the shiny blade fell and crashed against the mans two fingers. Blood poured out as the fingers fell in to Matt's hand.
Face splattered in blood he leaned over the fat man and shoved the fingers in his mouth. The fat man tried to spit the fingers out but matt only tilted his head back and pinched his nose “swallow” he growled .
The fat man shook and the tips of the fingers disappeared in his mouth.
I stared at matt while peeked in his mouth. His body seemed like a god carved it by hand. Why, why would god make him like this? He could be so much more than a murdering rape crazed man. He could be mine. And he could use his strength to protect me, he could use those big arms to comfort me, he could use those rough hands to wipe away the tears at night, but most of all he could use his lips to please me.
“Rory I will never do any thing of that sort. Im not here to love you im here to teach you to be fear full”
With that he flicked the torch on and said “lets stop the bleeding.” and put the flame to his finger.
I could smell the burning flesh it also gave off a smell similar to fried chicken. I could see his skin melting just like plastic. No wonder its called ‘plastic surgery’ . I could hear his screams , I could also see him struggle.
Matt turned the torch off and yelled “who sent you”
The fat man just shook his head sobbing.
I walked up to them and the man stared at me as if he knew id help him. His eyes glistened “please im so sorry kid” I wrapped my hands around the knife. Matt let me take the knife with curiosity.
I turned to the fat man and glared “its to late for that.” he sobbed some more I stabbed him in the thigh and asked “who sent you?”
The man cried for help much like I had a while back.
I pulled the knife out slowly and matt said “it hurts more when you do it like that” I shrugged “so?” he exhaled and said “I usually build up?” I shrugged again “yeah and that’s why ill get an answer faster.”
I stabbed him closer to his crotch and said “next time its your dick” he shook his head

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