Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

Chapter 386

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!

tongue. "Like I said, you

tries to find out. "Because now I'm sure Chris is not the

your small

the same time as me.

one who wants you dead is

you doing this for money?"

"Sure," Ansel replies.

He will pay any sum of money you want in exchange for my

I think of that before? I can kill this mother fucker

phone and take some pictures of Malaky, making sure his arms are

your fat arms," I say. I push the hand on the floor with the tip of my boot. "The cut is clean. Maybe

on Malaky's face. Fucking pig! If he only knew how much I loath him. I grab his right arm, my fingers painfully digging into his stump, making him cry

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

whimpers. "Besides, it's late. He

stand the sight of him! His face reminds me of

"Did he have a phone with him when you took him from his house?" Ansel feels his pockets for a

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

Malaky before, it's nothing compared to what I feel

way they degraded her with their words.

throat as I see the photos Malaky took of Olivia.

the strength to

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

reply, Rueben mocks Malaky, "Looks like your

quickly says. "Call him again. If he's with his secretary,

"If he's with his secretary, his dick in her

indeed have an affair with the secretary. "Maybe he

between my wife's thighs, I wouldn't be answering the phone either,"

will

for an idea forming in my mind,

senator replies. The phone is on speaker, so we can all

now, Malaky?" the senator

his father is tired of

want to see Malaky alive again, you better listen to what I'm about to

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