Chapter 251

~Warning: Graphic Scene Ahead. Read At Your Peril!
I stopped behind Pedro, looking down at his bound form. I smiled, but it wasn’t a smile of kindness. It was the smile of someone who had already crossed the line, someone who no longer felt the need to pretend.
The others, Gonzalo and Ruben, were still struggling against their own restraints. They knew what was happening, but they couldn’t stop it. They were watching their friend, their comrade, quiver before me, knowing they were next.
“You’re not special anymore,” I whispered into Pedro’s ear, pressing the blade against his throat just enough to draw a bead of blood. “You were a predator. But now… Now you’re prey.”
And then, I dug the blade into his throat, again and again, and again, and again. Cutting, slicing the flesh off of it as he gagged, as blood spluttered out of it like water in a leaked tank.
I didn’t stop there, I left him just barely alive, giving his wolf a mini strength to try to heal and keep him breathing while I carved María José’s name on his chest, tearing into his muscles first and then, proceeded.
I slashed all the flesh away from his hands, legs, thighs—savoring the warmth of his blood as it painted my face and body.
YES!
YES!
YES!
Color me! Color me the color of DEATH!
I pulled back and stood before him, looking down at the trembling mess that used to be a threat. The knife felt cold in my hand, but my grip tightened with each passing second, the power of the kill building up within me.
Gonzalo’s shaky and desperate voice came interrupting my moment of euphoria. “Please… Please, Axel! Don’t do this! We didn’t mean it! We didn’t
Argh! Are you that eager to DIE?!
His words died as the blade flashed in the moonlight. I swung it towards him with such force that the air itself seemed to hum, and the cut across his cheek was so deep, so precise, that it drew a scream from him.
He was in pain now, real pain. Pain he couldn’t heal from. Updates are released by.net
“You didn’t mean it?” I laughed softly. It was dark. It was cruel. “Do you think that excuses you? Do you think I care if you didn’t mean it?”
I stepped closer to Gonzalo, his body quivering in uncontrollable fear, as I grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head to expose his throat. I could end him right here, right now, but I wanted him to feel the weight of his actions. I wanted him to realize just how much he deserved this.
His breath hitched as I pulled the blade across his neck slowly, just deep enough to cause agony but not enough to kill him right away. He was gasping now, his chest rising and falling erratically as I pressed harder, digging the blade deeper into his flesh.
“Do you hear that, Gonzalo? That’s the sound of your life slipping away. And there’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing at all.” I sang.
Tears filled his eyes, and his body trembled harder as I sliced the knife lower, across his chest, carving through the fabric of his shirt and the flesh beneath it. His breath came in sharp, panicked gasps as the blood poured from his wound.
“Please Gonzalo sobbed, his voice raw with terror. “Please, Beta Axel… I’m sorry… I’m sorry
But it was too late.
I cut him open slowly, methodically, watching the light fade from his eyes as his breath slowed. The pain was unbearable for him now. I could hear his heart faltering beneath my touch, and feel the tremor in his body as his strength faded. But still, he hasn’t died yet. No. I wasn’t done.
I turned to Ruben. He was pale now, his eyes wide with panic. He wasn’t speaking, just staring at the carnage in front of him. His body was stiff, his fists clenched, and his shoulders were heaving as he tried to breathe. He knew he was next.
I growled cruelly now as the blood recharged the darkest sides of me.
“You thought you could torment María José and get away with it. You thought you could just walk away from this. But this is where you pay the price. This is where it all ends.”
Ruben started to sob. It was a quiet, broken sound, but it was enough to make me pause and savor the moment.
“Please, don’t… Please, we didn’t mean it… Please, don’t kill me He whispered in a shaky voice.
I stepped forward, my boots crunching against the leaves as I brought the knife to his chest. His heart was pounding in his ears, his blood was rushing through his veins, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he followed his friends into oblivion.
“You know,” I said, circling him, “The worst part is that you had a chance. You could’ve redeemed yourselves way before your dirty little boss kissed her. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You’re just like the scum you’ve always been. This is what I do to people who dare to touch her where they had no business touching.”
I sighed, twisting my mouth. “Now, imagine what I’ll do to your boss who did the kissing.”
Ah… thinking about it alone was already sending a thrill of adventure through me. Anyway, that’s for later.
Dear Ruben was waiting for Beta Axel to strip his bones bare.
I pressed the knife into his side, slowly, making sure to cut just enough for the pain to be unbearable. The blood started to seep out, staining his shirt, and Ruben screamed.
His screams echoed through the forest, but no one would hear him. No one could save him. And he knew it.
His body jerked as I cut deeper, and the fear in his eyes only made me enjoy it more. His tears stained his cheeks, his mouth wide in silent pleas for mercy that I’d never give him.
It was too late for him now.
It was too late for all of them.
Gonzalo was still half dead, basking in the gory pain of having almost all the flesh cladding his bones stripped off. It must be so delicious.
It must be a mind-breaking kind of pain. In my opinion, that must be the spectrum of pain. As high as it could get. Hell, I wanted to do this again.
I’d do it again.
Thus, I proceeded to slice Ruben like I did his friends until my entire body was almost drenched in his blood.
When I was done, I stood back, admiring the mess I’d made, the chaos, the blood. The power I had over them. I felt it in my bones, in my soul. They were nothing but broken, crying children now, begging for a mercy they’d never receive.
And as their bodies grew still, their cries fading into the night, I realized one thing.
This was never about redemption. This was never about making them pay for their sins.
This was about María José.
For her.