Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

400. Tyson - Malaky V

Malaky cries and whimpers while I watch with a smile on my lips as his blood drips on the floor. He will never touch Olivia again.

No one will ever hurt her again. Nor Jasper.

I'll make sure of it.

This is what I should have done from the beginning: protect Olivia, not abandon her without giving her the opportunity to defend herself.

"My hands. What am I going to do without them?" Malaky keeps whimpering.

It makes me so happy to see him in pain.

"Aww, don't be like that," Rueben keeps mocking Malaky. "Imagine all the things you will do with two prosthetic hands."

"You will even fuck pussies better with your new fingers than your dick," Dimitri chuckles. "How about we cut off your dick so you can get another one?"

"No!" Malaky wails. "Please, don't!"

"Don't shit your pants! It was only a suggestion," Dimitri says.

Dimitri finishes heating the poker and brings it to me. I press the red iron against Malaky's left wrist. For a moment, the only sound in the room is the sizzling of burned flesh. Malaky grits his teeth in pain. I want to hear him scream in agony and beg for forgiveness for what he did to Olivia.

I push the tip of the poker into his stumps, making him yell, "Stop!"

"I would, but then you would die," I pretend not to want him dead. Fucking pig!

Rueben pretends to cough. "It's starting to smell like cooked pork. Isn't that right, Little Piggy?" he asks Malaky.

I finish cauterizing Malaky's stumps, not wanting him to die of blood loss before I'm done with him, and slap his beer belly. "He is anything but little. Except for his dick." To Malaky, I say, "Piggy, I bet you can't even find your dick due to all the fat you have. Isn't that right?"

Malaky whimpers something unintelligible.

"Speak louder," Dimitri says.

"Why are you doing this?" Malaky asks. Like he doesn't know all the shitty things he did to women. He should have known that sooner or later, karma would catch up with him.

I am Malaky's personal karma!

I said,

to find out. "Because now I'm

have two heads, but you only use your small one, so

at the same time as me.

dead is a

you doing this for money?" Malaky

"Sure," Ansel replies.

thinks before saying, "Talk to my father. He will pay any sum of money you want in exchange for

ransom? Now, why didn't I think of that before? I can kill

and take some pictures of Malaky, making sure his arms

on the floor with the tip of my boot. "The cut is clean. Maybe the doctors can reattach the hands for you. I have a friend who cut his

loath him. I grab his right arm, my fingers painfully digging into his stump, making him cry out in agony. He deserves all the pain in the

can remove the burned flesh," I say while thinking about making ground pork out of him and feeding him to

answer unknown numbers," Malaky whimpers. "Besides, it's late. He might be already

he'll be alive for long? I can't stand the sight of

have a phone with him when you took him from his house?" Ansel feels his pockets for a few seconds before handing me Malaky's phone. I unlock

but I open the chat with Jason. The last time they spoke was in January, so it doesn't take me long to find the messages that they spoke about

compared to what I feel as

way they degraded her with their words. Laughed at her

throat as I see the photos Malaky took of Olivia. He even had the audacity to send

the strength to not kill him on the

like shove it down Malaky's throat. Knowing I'm not in the right headspace to make

you say one word, I'll make you eat your hands!" Jasper threatens Malaky, who

doesn't reply, Rueben mocks Malaky, "Looks like your Daddy doesn't give

him again. If he's with his secretary,

the number again. "If he's with his secretary, his dick

letting us know that his dad does indeed have an affair with the secretary. "Maybe he

wife's thighs, I wouldn't be answering the

I'm sure he will pick

insisting. If not for an

The phone is on speaker, so we can all hear the

the senator

father is tired of Malaky.

you better listen to what I'm