The Destruction of Sevyn (The Vengeance of Luther Book 1)

by Ember Michaels

  “Shh,” I said, my eyes still trained on the tv as the reporter outside the house returned back on the screen. “Police are looking into leads to help solve this murder. As of today, this marks the fourth murder in Miami in the last month.”

  “It’ll soon be a total of ten,” Tony mused before biting in a slice of pizza loaded with all kinds of toppings.

  Paul frowned at him. “That’s fucking gross, dude. Anchovies, pineapples, mushrooms, and every meat imaginable?” he asked.

  Tony shrugged. “Good to me. Besides, it’s the only way I can guarantee that none of you fucks will eat my leftovers,” he said and grinned.

  “Trust me, you don’t have to worry about me eating a single slice of that G.I. tract destroyer that you call a pizza,” Curtis said with a shake of his head.

  I moved over to an empty seat and grabbed my box of pizza, opening it to reveal my Italian sausage and green bell pepper pizza. Grabbing a slice from the box, I turned my attention to Ryan.

  “So, what’s up with your dad?” I asked, trying to keep my tone nonchalant.

  He swallowed the food in his mouth and nodded. “Right. He called me as soon as he’d heard the head had been found.”

  “But why’d he call you though?” Victor asked with a raised brow. While it would’ve put me on edge to know why Ryan’s ex-police father would be calling him about a head he’d delivered, I already knew it was all a part of the plan. There was no way I could’ve gotten away with everything I’d done if I didn’t have the very help of someone who knew the police department inside and out.

  “He’s aware of a little of what’s happening,” I answered. “Ryan’s dad is a part of The Collective.”

  “What the fuck is The Collective?” Jake asked.

  “It’s basically like us but made of men set on making people pay who slipped through the cracks of the justice system,” Ryan answered.

  “Wait, so your dad is like Dexter or some shit?” Paul asked.

  Ryan raised a brow at him before cutting his eyes to me, but I only shrugged in response. “Dexter? Like…cartoon Dexter’s Laboratory Dexter?”

  “No, jackass,” Paul said and rolled his eyes. “It was a show. The dude was like a blood spatter analyst or some shit and by day, he’d work in a crime lab and by night, he’d kill criminals that got away. Kinda like a vigilante, I guess.”

  “Then I guess so. It’s made up by ex-police and military chiefs.”

  “Well, it’s good that you used The Collective to keep the heat off of us then,” Curtis said with a nod.

  “It’s still bizarre to know your father’s a killer,” Paul said.

  Ryan smirked. “Why’d you think I started The Brothers of Vengeance?” he asked. “Just following in my father’s footsteps.”

  “Can we get back to the actual conversation you had with him?” I asked impatiently.

  “Right, right.” Ryan cleared his throat. “He basically said that they’re trying to link the murders of those other guys to this one, except the other murders didn’t have notes. He said that the police planned to get surveillance footage from cameras on nearby properties though.”

  “Shit,” Victor said, shaking his head. “Think any cameras picked you up?”

  Ryan shrugged. “Whether or not they did, they’d only either get the back of me or the mail truck. I purposely stood where I was so that cameras across the street couldn’t get a full-on view of me and made sure to keep my head down and my back to the cameras on my side of the street. Plus, if that mail guy couldn’t identify me, then I doubt they’d be able to get it from grainy security camera footage. Besides, I caught him on a street not too close to the house. So, unless they get feed from every single house in the surrounding area, I don’t have much to worry about,” he answered.

  “Has he said anything about the other murders?” I asked. While his father had an idea of what was happening now, I never told him about the three I did on my own. Those were my own personal projects that I’d wanted to do alone. Ryan shook his head.

  “Not really. The last thing he’d said was that there was no evidence or DNA to place anyone at the scene. He did say that he’d wanted to shake the guy’s hand because that was the cleanest crime scene he’d ever heard about. In his words, ‘how in the hell could someone leave a crime scene that brutal without a single fingerprint or hair?’”

  I chuckled and bit into my pizza, satisfaction coursing through my veins. “I’ll take that as a compliment coming from the top dog of his own underground organization,” I mused. “Speaking of killing, I’m taking Rebecca out tomorrow.”

  Paul turned his gaze to me just as he’d taken another bite of pizza. “Tomorrow?” he asked, bits of food coming out of his mouth.

  “Really, man?” Curtis protested, frowning at him.

  I nodded. “I learned that she was the one who orchestrated my sister’s rape. There’s no way I can let that bitch live a day past tomorrow,” I ground out, anger heating my skin once again.

  “Oh shit. Why would she be stupid enough to admit that?” Ryan asked.

  “I forced her to.” They only continued looking at me, waiting for a further explanation. “I’d read in Logan’s diary that Rebecca tried hitting on her. It was one of the reasons why I thought she was into girls. So on top of forcing her to basically come out and admit that she was in love with Sevyn, she said that because my sister rejected and ‘embarrassed’ her, she was the one who put the idea in the heads of the bastards who raped my sister.”

  “Shit,” Jake said, letting out a low whistle. “So, what are you thinking then?”

  A slow grin crept across my lips. “How about we do a little reenactment? But this time, with an audience.”

  “Care to elaborate? My brain’s too tired from heatstroke to get the underlying meaning of your statement,” Curtis said.

  “Same.”

  “Since she’s the cause of my sister’s rape, I’m going to be the cause of hers,” I stated. “Only this time, I think our buddies over on the dark web would love to see her be ripped apart.”

  “Fuck yeah! I love dark web cam streams,” Victor cheered, but he quickly paused in his excitement. “Wait, who’ll get to do it?”

  “I think it should be me since I’m the one who has to guard her,” Paul said matter-of-factly.

  I shrugged. “Why not all of you? It’s not like only one guy raped Logan,” I mused.

  “But I get to go first!” Paul announced.

  “Whatever, man. It’s not like she won’t have two more holes to fuck,” Tony mentioned.

  I looked up at the tv as I ate my pizza, watching as the news replayed the same story. The look on Carrie’s mother’s face gave me a sense of victory. I’d seen that same look on my mother’s every time I looked at her, especially when I’d caught her alone. Even years later, she’d go into crying spells, her eyes red and puffy when I’d go to visit her as if she’d just been crying. It was high time that these parents realized the consequences of their actions and feel the same pain we had.

  “So, after the rape, how will she actually die?” Victor asked, cutting into my thoughts.

  “Is that sex suit thing still here?” I asked.

  “We don’t have a sex suit. What the hell would we need a sex suit for?” Curtis asked.

  I shook my head. “No, that clear thing that you vacuum seal. You said it was for breath play or some shit.”

  “Oh yeah, it’s a vacuum bed, not a sex suit. And yeah, we have it.”

  “Well, I’ll need that, a Culligan jug of water, and some tubing.”

  “How poetic to give her a watery death as your sister,” Ryan mused as he plucked a pepperoni from his pizza and popped it into his mouth.

  I shrugged. “I wouldn’t say it’s poetic. It’s just long overdue.”

  “You guys ready?” I asked when I finished setting up the camera. I didn’t bother bringing the other guys in the room because I didn’t want their screams to distract the paying customers who only wanted to
hear screaming from Rebecca. The guys all secured their masks, all of them wearing long sleeved black sweatshirts to hide any identifying tattoos.

  “Ready,” Paul stated, giving me a thumbs up. The others repeated the same, giving me a thumbs up to confirm. Victor re-entered the living room with a limping, naked Rebecca, who cursed and tried to pull her arm out of Victor’s grip. The moment he let her go near the bench she’d be strapped to, she crumbled to the floor, unable to bear the weight on her injured leg. She slowly looked up at the exposed hard cocks of Ryan, Curtis, Tony, Paul, Jake, and now Victor, her eyes growing wide.

  “No!” she screamed and tried to pull herself across the floor away from them.

  “Oh no you don’t, bitch,” Jake growled, grabbing her by the hair. She screamed as he dragged her across the floor and roughly pulled her to her feet, nearly body slamming her onto the bench. She gasped, the movement knocking the wind out of her as the other men rushed to restrain her arms and legs to the elbow and knee paddings of the bench. I walked over to her and secured the leather strap around her throat, a sinister grin on my lips.

  “I think it’s only fair that you get a dose of your own medicine, right?” I taunted.

  “You’re fucking sick! You’ll never get away with this!” she screamed as she jerked against the tight Velcro straps securing her to the elbow pads of the bench.

  “I am sick,” I admitted. “But you and your clique of bitches made me this way. Payback’s a mother fucker, isn’t it?” She glared at me with red-rimmed eyes, which only turned my grin into a smile as I picked up a camera and pointed it at her face. “Say hello to your awaiting audience.”

  “Fuck you!” she screamed. I looked up to the guys, who stood still as they awaited for my directions. With a subtle nod for them to begin, they wasted no time claiming parts of her. Curtis wasted no time moving to the front of her, his cock centimeters away from her lips.

  “Open wide, slut,” he commanded, holding a sharpened straight razor in his hand. “And if you bite me, I promise I’ll put this razor to good use.”

  Rebecca screamed when Paul roughly entered her, violently jerking against her restraints. Curtis took the opportunity to shove his cock into her mouth, groaning as Rebecca gagged around his length.

  “For you to be into girls, you have the best throat for my cock,” he ground out as he grabbed the back of her head and quickly pumped into her face.

  Rebecca’s sobs were muffled by Curtis’ cock, her hands balled into fists as my guys continued assaulting her. I walked around them to catch different angles on the camera, the laptop in the corner pinging with notifications from the dark web feed.

  “Rebecca Colt, the resident whore,” I said, speaking through a device that distorted my voice. “Taking two men with three more waiting for their turn.”

  Curtis pulled back long enough to allow her to catch her breath. A string of saliva dripped from her mouth as she gasped, tears running down her face.

  “Please stop!” she screamed. “I’m sorry.”

  “Just like I told your friend, it’s too late to be sorry,” I stated and looked to Paul. “Switch.”

  The look in Paul’s eyes told me he wasn’t happy about it, but he didn’t say anything as he pulled out of Rebecca and switched spots with Curtis. Rebecca turned her head when Paul held his red-tinted cock in front of her face.

  “It’s your blood, bitch. Get it off me,” he ordered, grabbing her hair. Her mouth opened on a scream when Curtis pushed into her, Paul wasting no time forcing himself into her mouth. Tony looked to Jake.

  “Wanna play tic tac toe on her back?” he asked. Jake shrugged.

  “May as well while we’re waiting,” he said and took the straight razor from Curtis. The guys walked over to her body, Jake carving a game board onto her back. She sobbed and tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere for her to run. Not this time.

  When he was finished, he took a small step back and cocked his head to the side. “How’s that?”

  Tony shrugged. “It’s a little crooked since she moved, but it’s usable. You can go first since you’re already holding the razor.”

  I pointed the camera at her back and watched as the guys carved x’s and o’s in the spaces Jake carved out, Rebecca releasing a muffled scream every time the razor sliced her skin.

  “Ha! I fucking win!” Tony exclaimed, slicing a line through his winning line of o’s.

  “I want a rematch!” Jake exclaimed. I chuckled as the men played multiple games of tic tac toe, finally pausing when Curtis grunted, his hips stuttering against Rebecca.

  “Fuck,” he panted before he slowly pulled himself out of her, Rebecca’s blood tainting his brown skin. Paul wasn’t that far behind him, closing his eyes and moving his hips quicker until he finally released with a deep groan. Rebecca sobbed uncontrollably when Paul finally removed himself from her mouth before spitting his come out onto the floor. I pointed the camera at her face, catching her pathetic tears, running mascara that was a couple days old, and drool running down her chin and dripping to the floor.

  “Doesn’t feel good to be violated, does it?” I murmured. She only sobbed harder in response as Jake and Tony prepared to take their turns.

  “What do you want first?” Tony asked.

  Jake shook his head. “I only want her to suck my cock. You know how I am about blood. That’s why I asked to fucking go first,” he said.

  Tony shrugged. “Suit yourself. I was going for her asshole anyway,” he said and moved to stand behind Rebecca.

  “Please don’t,” she sobbed, her voice hoarse and cracking.

  “You think those assholes listened to my sister when she begged them to stop?” I snapped. “Do you think they cared when they made her bleed?”

  Before she could answer, the guys had started round two of their assault. Notifications constantly went off on the computer, so much so that I was curious as to what the audience was saying about the performance. I mounted the camera on the tripod before walking over to the laptop, my eyes scanning the screen with a grin.

  Holy shit! Tic tac toe on her skin? Fucking sick! Best live stream on the entire dark web!

  I’d love to be a part of that gang bang. What an innocent face she has. I’d love to break her in.

  I ground my teeth. That bitch was far from innocent. If they knew the truth about her, the extent of what she did, they’d do the same thing I had my guys doing.

  I swear this is my favorite live stream. I aspire to be like The Brothers of Vengeance one day!

  Hell yeah, BoV! Get that bitch!

  Get wrecked! Look at that whore taking all those cocks!

  I grinned to myself as I read comment after comment, praising my guys and I for what they were doing. And as I watched Rebecca as she suffered, I couldn’t help but to feel proud. I couldn’t say that Logan would be proud if she were here. She was never into violence. In fact, she’d said that she’d forgiven them all in her suicide note, saying that she had to do what she did because she had no life left. Either way, I wouldn’t stop until they were all dead and I left a trail of blood behind in my wake.

  The assault went on for hours, the order of the guys switching up. After Jake and Tony, Ryan and Victor went before the cycle repeated after he’d finished. Soon, Rebecca stopped screaming, her eyes closed and her body limp before the guys actually stopped.

  The guys all plopped down in the chairs that the girls were usually restrained in during the day with content sighs.

  “And that’s the end of tonight’s live stream,” I announced, pointing the camera at Rebecca’s body. “Brothers of Vengeance are signing off.”

  I cut the camera off and officially ended the livestream on my laptop before closing it shut.

  “That was the best fun I’d had in a long while, eh guys?” Jake finally said, breaking the silence. He looked toward me and nodded toward her battered body. “You’re not gonna get any?”

  I shook my head. “While it’s tempting, I already had my fun w
ith Sevyn. Besides, she’s my main focus, so I’m a one-woman kind of man right now,” I said.

  Victor snorted. “You’re usually a man whore. Finally saving yourself for precious Sevyn?” he teased.

  “Fuck off,” I said with a grin. “Get her back to her room.”

  “Like this?” Paul asked. Rebecca’s back was covered with streaks of blood from Tony and Jake’s games, her pussy and asshole both bleeding. I shrugged.

  “It won’t make much difference. She’ll be dead by tomorrow afternoon anyway. Might want to put her on a sheet of plastic though. I don’t want her blood throughout the house,” I said.

  “Well, since all of you helped me fuck her, you can help me move her,” Paul said, glancing over at the rest of the guys.

  “Whatever. Let’s get this over with so I can get a shower and sleep my life away,” Ryan muttered as he pulled himself from the chair.

  The other guys grumbled under their breath as they followed suit, Paul leaving long enough to grab a sheet of plastic and spreading it out on the floor. My phone went off in my bedroom, the distinct ringtone already telling me who it is.

  “I’ll be back,” I said to the guys and quickly scrolled across the room, heading down the small hallway and straight to my bed where my phone sat. [Redacted] showed up on my screen, the special name I’d given for this contact.

  “Hi,” I said upon answering.

  “Hi there, my sweet boy. How are you?”

  I sighed deeply and sat on the edge of the bed. “I’m good. You?”

  “I’m good.” Silence filled the line for a moment. “I saw the news.”

  “Yeah, I watched it earlier myself. Fourth death now,” I said.

  “Are you safe?”

  A soft grin settled on my lips. “I’m fine, Mom. Everything’s fine here.”

  “I just want you to be safe.” She was silent for a long moment. “How many left?”

  “Five are left right now.”

  “Five? Then where’s the other body?” she asked.

  “In the freezer. It’ll go out later tonight. It wasn’t something we could do in broad daylight.”