Deviants

by Natalie Bennett

  “I’ll keep in touch. If you need anything, you know how to get hold of me.” They shook hands like they were business partners instead of father and son. He turned his gaze on me and almost looked like he was going to hug me. My body instinctively stepped into Romero’s.

  Brock nodded as if I’d just confirmed something. “She’ll be okay with you, kid.”

  What the hell? Was I not standing right in front of him? It wasn’t until we were back in the woods, heading up the trail, that I realized he could very well have remembered a semblance of me if he was in The Order like Romero had said.

  I almost regretted not saying more than ten words to the guy, but he’d rubbed me the wrong way. The three of them may have been brought up by him, but they were nothing like him. I wanted to question it but that would be asking about his past again, and I needed to stop pushing if he was going to ever say anything.

  Our group reached the jeeps in breakneck speed, only the sound of our footfalls interrupting the peaceful silence.

  Arlen dozed back off as soon as we were on the road, leaving me, Grimm, and Romero wide awake.

  “We know for certain that someone is at the cabin,” Romero explained.

  “Okay,” I processed. “Do you know who?”

  “Bishop Marco. You remember anything about him?”

  “Well….” I’m guessing he didn’t mean remember, as in, Marco couldn’t fuck his way out of a paper bag.

  “Marco has a wife, Veronica. She used to visit me with him. I don’t know much outside of that.” I fidgeted for a second, feeling a fresh wave of excitement. “So what’s the plan?”

  “There is no plan, aside from killing all these motherfuckers so we can go home.”

  We huddled at the edge of the property like soldiers about to go on a raid. The only person missing was Dhal, who didn’t partake in such acts of brutality. Those were her exact words. I had no idea why she even came. It’s not like she was needed to perform a medical exam or anything. I felt great, health wise.

  “Just to clarify, we don’t have a plan?”

  We’d spotted two delegates standing guard outside the cabin’s front and rear entrance, so walking right in wasn’t an option.

  “I got this, sis,” Cobra said, speaking for the first time since we’d arrived.

  He gave us all a cheeky wink and then darted off.

  “What’s he gonna do?” Arlen asked before I could.

  “He’s going to kill them before they have any idea he’s there. It’s how he got his nickname. He’s fast and venomous.”

  Sure enough, he took out the delegate out back first. I didn’t see it because I was too busy watching the one out front. When I looked to the back again, I saw the man on the ground in a puddle of blood.

  “You ready to do this?” Romero asked me with a knowing smirk already on his face.

  “Do you really need to ask?”

  I felt like a predator getting ready to fuck up some prey.

  My demons danced beneath my skin eager to play with his.

  “Let’s go, then.” Rome gently took hold of my elbow and urged me forward, keeping me between him and Bryce.

  “Some things never change,” Grimm laughed as screams filtered out of the cabin.

  We went right through the front door Cobra had left open, shutting it behind us.

  “Look, they’re here,” Cobra announced, swinging a blonde around by her hair so that she was facing us. He no longer had his sling on and was using his hurt arm to hold her in place. I’m positive a doctor would frown upon that.

  Grimm headed straight for the stairs, confidently striding up them.

  “Hi, Vicky.” I finger waved with a smile. “Where’s Marco?”

  A door slammed from upstairs, something fell, and a millisecond later, a body was rolling down the steps.

  “Shouldn’t people know by now that hiding under the bed is the dumbest thing you can do?”

  Grimm sighed, his heavy boots resounded off the wooden stairs as he rejoined us.

  He stepped right over Marco, who looked around in what appeared to be shock.

  “You left your wife to hide under the bed? For real?” Arlen snorted and sat down on the leather couch.

  “What do you want?” Marco asked.

  “What the fuck do you think we want?” Romero asked in a bored tone.

  “Pixie, why don’t you explain to this beautiful couple what’s going to happen?”

  “Oh, okay, sure.” I cleared my throat and opened my mouth, shutting it when Marco attempted to run.

  “You can’t be that dumb.” Grimm grabbed him by the back of the neck and bounced him off the wall like a yo-yo.

  He hit the floor again with a loud thud and pained groan, blood running from his nose. “Go ahead,” Grimm encouraged, placing his shoe on Marco’s chest to keep him down.

  “Oh, you’re going to die.” I looked down at Marco and shrugged. Vicky choked on a sob, whatever she yelled muffled by Cobra’s hand.

  “Don’t be so dramatic, Vicky. You are, too.”

  “It’s your show, baby. Tell us how you want this handled.” Romero put his arm around me, waiting for me to speak up. All of them stared expectantly, even Arlen.

  “Look,” Romero turned our bodies inwards, placing us chest to chest, “there’s no wrong way to kill someone. Relax and let that crazy fucking head of yours do all the work.”

  “You’re right, of course.” Nodding, I inhaled, and then exhaled on a light bulb moment.

  “How often does David check in with them?”

  “Once at noon the other delegates arrive at four to do a shift change.” Cobra answered, tugging on Veronica’s hair.

  “Okay, well, we should probably try and get one of them to talk. And, um, I need a needle and thread, please.”

  None of them so much as asked what the hell I was planning to do. With the exception of Romero, they all took off in different directions.

  “How do you want to make them talk?”

  “I thought one of you would work one while I worked the other.”

  “See, just let your mind do the work for you. You’re a natural.” He kissed my temple and stood protectively by my side. I looked around the open cabin as Veronica and Marco were gagged and bound in the center of the room, facing one another in large distressed dining chairs.

  It was simple and quaint, nothing real special about it. Everything was rustic.

  “Got the bags,” Bryce announced, walking back inside with the two large duffels.

  “Got your needle and thread,” Arlen called from the bathroom in a back corner, lifting a sewing kit in the air when she walked out.

  “Thank you.” I took it from her and moved to where Veronica sat. Romero moved with me like a silent shadow.

  Grimm and Bryce moved to separate windows to keep watch.

  “Okay, I’ll bite. What are you doing?” Cobra asked, leaning down with his hands on his knees.

  “I figured I could start with this. The message that was left in Woeford gave me an idea.” I flipped open the sewing kit and looked at my color choices. Veronica was a blonde with brown eyes. I held a spool of dark pink up next to her face. “Mm-uh.” I shook my head and grabbed purple next, swiping one of her tears away with it.

  “What do you guys think?” I asked the room, but looked to Romero.

  “If you like it, I like it.” He ran a hand through my hair and gave me a little more space.

  “Well?” I glimpsed around at the others.

  “I think we’re gonna go with what Romero said,” Bryce finally answered.

  “Y’all are so typically male,” Arlen huffed. “It looks good, Cali.”

  Giving her a thankful smile, I got busy threading my needle, carefully selecting which one I wanted to use.

  “What’s typically male?” Grimm asked her.

  “That’s like her asking Romero how she looks in a dress and he gives that answer; typically male. Never wanting to be offensive,” she sighed.


  It was dead silent for all of two seconds before they all laughed.

  “Are you fucking serious? We’re probably the most offensive men you’ll ever meet.”

  “If Cali ever asked me how she looked in a dress, I’d tell her it didn’t matter because it would be around her waist soon enough.”

  “Rome!” I feigned indignation, feeling my face warm.

  “You know I think you look beautiful in anything.”

  I nodded, not giving a shit that there was a room full of people witnessing a disgustingly tender moment between us.

  “Great. Now, if Cali could give my bro his balls back and move along,” Cobra drawled.

  “Shut up, that was definitely getting laid worthy,” Arlen retorted.

  “Is that all it takes?” Grimm asked her with zero amusement.

  She glared and flipped him off.

  “I got it!” I jumped up excitedly from where I’d been kneeling on the floor. I glanced back at Romero. “Can we play now?”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

  She wasn’t half-way done and Veronica was already screaming loud enough to break the windows.

  “My goodness, shut the fuck up,” Cali mumbled, pushing the needle through her upper eyelid and looping it through the lower, pulling the thread taut before starting another.

  Marco writhed in his chair across from us, yelling around his gag until he was red in the face. Cali worked at a quick speed, weaving the thread in and out. Her fingers were coated with blood, along with the needle.

  “All one of you has to do is tell us where to find the other bishops, and this can all be a thing of the past.” She forced the gag back in Veronica’s mouth and stood up, leaving the spool of thread attached to her eyelid to dangle. “I have to use the restroom. Cobra, maybe you should try.”

  He dropped the hunting magazine he’d been engrossed in and hopped up. “I’d love to.”

  I laughed at his enthusiasm. Cali vanished into the bathroom and shut the door. A second later, the sink turned on.

  “So, how do you want to do this, my liege?” he asked me.

  “Do your thing.” I crossed my arms and stood calmly behind Marco’s chair.

  “Okay, then.” He took hold of the dangling spool and jerked it so hard the needle tore straight through Vicky’s eyelid.

  I watched her and Marco both yell behind their gags, but I knew he wasn’t ready to talk just yet, and Vicky was following his lead.

  I gnawed my bottom lip and we shared a look, paying no attention the piece of eyelid now on the floor. We shared a look and I shrugged. “You up for it?”

  “I’m always up for it.” Cobra grinned.

  “Brat, come take my spot.”

  She looked up from the table where she’d been going through all the paperwork they’d brought to the cabin.

  Once she was at the window and Grimm was in position, we made our move. Even with one eye full of blood and missing a chunk of her eyelid, Vicky quickly figured out what was going on. Marco didn’t get it until it was too late.

  “Calm down, sweetheart, he might enjoy it.” I patted the top of her head and smirked.

  Cobra had just dropped his pants when Cali stepped back out of the bathroom. She made her way to me, taking in the new scene with curiosity.

  Marco was bent over the chair, his ankles were tied to together, and his wrists were bound. Grimm kept him pinned with his strength to make everything a little easier.

  Cobra lined his dick up, spreading the man’s ass wide open and plowing in dry. Marco screeched and tears spilled down his cheeks. He tried to move his upper body to fight off the assault, but Grimm’s grip was ironclad.

  “You ready to talk yet?” Cali asked Vicky, running her hand down the woman’s tearstained face.

  “I think he’s done this before,” Cobra laughed, lazily moving his hips.

  With the exception of Arlen and Cali, we’d all seen Cobra do this so many times we couldn’t pretend to be surprised.

  I pulled the gag from Vicky’s mouth and the first word she said gave us our second lead.

  “Jericho? I thought that got torn down.”

  Cali looked from me to Grimm, the only two people in the room who would know what Jericho was.

  “If it didn’t, it’s old as shit and…” I let them fill in the blanks.

  “The perfect hideaway,” she and Grimm said at the same time, sharing a rare smile with one another—rare for Grimm, that is. The motherfucker grinned less than I did.

  “J-J-Jonah,” Vicky stuttered, beginning to shake. Marco slouched completely, crying louder than any bitch I’d ever tortured. His wife had just signed and delivered their asses.

  Cobra patted his back and slowly pulled out. His dick was still hard and tinged red.

  “Alright.” I nodded. “What now?” I looked at Cali, giving her the go head to let loose.

  She gave me a slow smile. I could see the gears already turning her head. “It’s only nine-thirty. We have over two hours.”

  He stood back and watched me work.

  Letting my mind lead me, I straddled Vicky’s lap, placed my hands on either side of her face, and stared into her eyes. Her breath smelled sweet, like toffee. She whimpered when I ran the tip of a finger over her ravaged eyelid.

  We kill them slowly.

  “It’s okay.” I gently ran my thumbs up and down her cheeks in a soothing motion, luring her into a false sense of safety.

  Taking a small breath, I placed my lips on hers in a slow, sensual kiss.

  Vicky sobbed but reciprocated pretty damn fast. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, each wondering what the hell I was doing. When her tongue hesitantly touched mine, I bit down on it as hard as I could.

  Prolong their suffering.

  The first thing she tried to do was turn her head. I dug my fingers in until I could feel skin beneath my nails, and held her in place. I ignored her ear rupturing scream, jumping up when I tasted blood. Immediately, I spit it right into her bad eye.

  I dropped down to my knees in front of the black duffel bags. Looking up, I measured the distance from the square banister overlooking the lower level to the floor.

  Make them bleed.

  It would suffice.

  Romero crouched down beside me as I dug, lost in my own little world.

  “What are you looking for?” He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear.

  “String or rope and a blindfold.”

  He unzipped the bag I hadn’t gotten to yet and took out a roll of twine and the same type of black cloth he’d placed over my head the day we met.

  “I want his socks off.” I pointed to Marco. “And then you’ll need your knife.” His dark eyes studied me for a beat and then he moved towards Marco’s chair.

  “Is there a shovel somewhere, to dig a hole?” I asked the room, unrolling the twine.

  “I can do that,” Bryce volunteered. “How big does it need to be?”

  “Big enough to hold a body.”

  “It’ll be faster with two people,” Grimm said, following Bryce out of the cabin.

  I looked at the clock and took note of the time, scooting towards Marco with the blindfold in my hand.

  “What are we doing, sis?” Cobra asked. He stood with Arlen, both watching me with open curiosity.

  Instead of answering him, I looked up at Romero. “I want you to cut both of his Achilles tendons.”

  He didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at my request. I watched him remove his knife from its hiding spot and crouch down.

  Marco yelled something unintelligible through his gag.

  Romero was fast. He lined his blade up and cut into the spot at the back of Marco’s ankle, right above his heel. He sliced right through the springy band of tissue and then did the second foot just as fast.

  Blood went everywhere. The back of his feet now resembled gaping, toothless mouths as the tendons separated and tore.

  Marco and Vicky’s cries ming
led together, filling the room and making my heart do a little jig.

  Devoting my full attention to my next task, I held the blindfold into Marco’s right wound and harshly pressed down.

  When it was drenched in his blood, I bounced up and slipped it right over his wife’s head, pulling it taut, making extra sure it added pressure over her hurt eye.

  Next came the twine.

  Romero watched me closely as I snatched it up and quickly wound it around Vicky’s neck twice, making sure a decent length was left for me to work with.

  I waved Romero over to me and whispered in his ear, keeping an air of suspense for the benefit of our two new friends.

  “Damn, Pixie, that’s brilliant.” He gave me a rare smile.

  “We wanna know, too,” Cobra whined.

  “Let it be a surprise,” Romero answered for me, already untying Marco’s ankles.

  He could no longer stand and had remained pitifully slouched over the chair while I tended to his wife.

  His pants were still down, making the next part of my plan easy. Romero held him up and I knelt in front of him. Lifting his flaccid cock, I wrapped the slack end of twine around it as many times as could before cinching the end.

  I beamed up at him. His face was paper white and his jaw was clenched, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

  “Oh, damn, that makes my dick hurt,” Cobra mused, laughing and covering his crotch.

  “Arlen, untie her legs.” Romero gestured to Vicky. “Cobra, go up top.”

  “Oookay,” he drawled out, heading for the stairs.

  “I can’t believe I’m part of this,” Arlen mumbled under her breath. “Let’s go, lady.” She pulled Vicky to her feet and looked to us expectantly.

  “Ready?” Romero asked, already hoisting Marco over his shoulder, unperturbed that his cock was touching him.

  Still blindfolded, gagged, and unknowingly tied together with her husband, Vicky stumbled forward when the twine reached its limit, digging into her neck and, simultaneously, Marco’s flabby dick.

  The three of us went to the upper level where Cobra waited, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

  “Stand her here,” I pointed to a spot on the floor right in front of the banister.