I reached down with my hands, forcing his broken jaw wide open. He gurgled on his teeth and blood, choked on his own screams. “You better hurry, my dear, I don’t want him to die just yet.”
Luisa came beside me and I moved my body out of the way so she could have easier access. “Take my knife from my boot,” I told her, shaking my leg at her. “Stick that end of the knife through the tip of his tongue, otherwise you’ll never get a good grip. Then use the other knife to saw it in half.”
She didn’t even grimace. “You seem to know your stuff.”
I shrugged an ascent. “Normally I’d use clamps but we have to improvise here. At least he won’t be able to talk anymore.”
And so Luisa did as I suggested. It was easier to get Esteban’s mouth wider without so many teeth, plus he wasn’t able to move it to offer resistance, so there’s that. She stabbed the tip of his tongue with the knife and as she held it in place, blood drowning the blade, she was able to saw it off.
The sounds coming from Este were inhuman but then again so was he. I didn’t feel anything except the need to cause more suffering, to finally get even.
Even so, I quickly turned him over so that he’d bleed out of his mouth and not have his lungs fill up with the stuff.
I leaned in close to his ear, his gurgles sounding like music.
“You know what Este?” I said. “At one point, I actually liked you. You with your fucking flip flops and your Jennifer Aniston highlights. I really did. You were annoying as fuck and extremely stupid, but I thought there was something, I don’t know, endearing about you. Then the more I got to know you, worked with you, the more I realized that you just had one big epic hard-on for me and my life. That you wanted to be me more than anything. You wanted to be me so much that it actually drove you insane. That’s when I realized you were nothing more than a pathetic piece of shit, an ugly fucking dog that wouldn’t stop following me around, sniffing the Alpha for scraps, licking my balls to win favors. And that’s what you still are. Only now you’ve had a taste of what you could have become. And now you’ll know what it’s like to die a complete failure with the taste of my balls still in your mouth.”
I looked at Luisa, who was staring down at him with a hatred I’d never seen before. “Hey,” I said to her. “You do what you need to do. That will be enough for me.”
She swallowed, taking in a deep breath, as if trying to compose herself. “Unzip his pants.”
I smirked. I had a feeling it would come to this. I was sure that any woman who had been raped would only dream about doing the same thing.
Este now was too weak to fight back. I unzipped his pants, bringing them down to mid hip, until his dick flipped out.
I laughed. “Not so impressive, are you now.” Este could only twitch in response.
I moved over and pressed down on his hips to hold him in place.
“You do the honors Luisa,” I said but turned myself away so I wouldn’t have to watch. I may have done far worse to others in my life but there were still some things that made me squeamish. I’d like to say it kept me humble.
“I never forgot what you did to me,” Luisa said to Esteban, her voice hushed, strained, almost confessional. In some ways it felt like a private moment, like I shouldn’t be there to listen. “I lived with it day after day. I’m sure I will live with for many days more. But I’ve gone through it before and come out stronger and I will do the same after you. It will be even better because I know that after this, you won’t be able to hurt me anymore. I know that you’ll die suffering, just as I had suffered. Right now you are you, you are my old boss, you are Salvador and every other man who had their way with me or at least tried.” She paused and I could feel her adjust beside me, poised to make the cut. “And me, well I’m every woman that you all ever hurt, ever touched, ever raped. I wish I could say I will take no pleasure in this, but if my husband has taught me anything, it’s to be unapologetic. So, I’m not sorry. You deserve this. Then you deserve to die.”
The air filled with sounds that even I hoped I would never hear again. Knife. Flesh. Blood. Esteban’s guttural, wet cries of utmost agony.
By the time Luisa was done dismembering him, he was twitching uncontrollably and I knew he was close to going into shock. I avoided the bloodbath by his crotch and looked her dead in the eye. To my surprise, even though she was breathing hard, her eyes wide, she didn’t look upset, or mad, or anything other than calm. Peaceful.
“Should I get the adrenaline?” she asked. “I think he’s going into shock.”
I shook my head, suddenly exhausted. “Let him go. I think we’re done here.”
She seemed to think that over, squeezing the knife handle, wondering what else she could do to him. She was impressing me more by each second.