Okay some shit to know before you read this chapter

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WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS VERY GRUESOME SCENES. 

IT IS VERY DETAILED, LIKE VERY! DO NOT READ IT IF YOU DON'T LIKE VIOLENCE AND TORTURE. 

I'M NOT GOING TO TRY AND DOWNPLAY IT IN ANY WAY OR TAME IT, THE SAME ATTENTION TO DETAIL WILL GO INTO THIS AS I'VE PUT IN EVERY OTHER SCENE.

FOR THE LAST TIME!! THIS SHIT IS MAD!

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

IT ALSO HAS MENTION OF REFERENCES TO SUICIDE WHICH MAY BE TRIGGERING. PLEASE BE VERY CAREFUL GOING FORWARD.

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2 - You may want to read this in parts. It's a LONG chapters with just torture and death so maybe split it up in three or consume it all at once, up to you. It's just a lot.

10,800 words - I wanted it shorter but I thought Liam deserved a long and brutal death.
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3 - I wrote this chapter to Mayhem by NINJA TRACKS and to Moros Black by Elephant Music for Theo's bit, but that song is not on Youtube so I can't link but you can find on my Spotify.

Someone uploaded the whole album on Youtube, so if you want to listen to the song intended for Theo, here's the link. The track starts at 18:07

Both tracks are added to the Spotify Playlist and I'll tell you when to play Mayhem down below. If you can keep repeating it from where I say, then great.

I'll put a * next to all the parts I think Damon's song is best at if you don't want to keep replaying it over and over.

OKAY, THAT'S IT! ENJOY!!!!!!

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Damon's P.O.V

I couldn't stop looking at him. 

I couldn't take my eyes off of him. 

From the second Will stood at that table, above us, confident and so damn strong, I hadn't been able to look away. Too terrified that if I did, I'd miss the display of his power and grace. 

Will had to be one of the strongest people I'd ever met.

While he'd spoken, never wavering, a memory flashed before me. One of the night I'd first met my mate. I remembered, in images of the past that looked so false now, who he'd been, or really, who they'd broken him down to be.

In a dark alley, curled into a small ball with tears streaming down his face, I'd first seen Will as some scared, weak human. One who was terrified of everything and everyone. One I thought to be so fragile initially that I'd actually thought of him as an omega.

What a fucking idiot I'd been.

After I saw in full who he was, who he really was beneath it all... it was like my entire world had shifted into place at that moment.

Weak, no. Will was fearless and bold. 

Even with all eyes on him, Will had been sure to reclaim everything he thought he'd lost in himself, everything they tried to snuff out of him. He took it all back, and I just couldn't look away.

Werewolves often said that an alpha was only as strong as his luna, but seeing Will tonight, standing tall excluding nothing but strength and power... I couldn't imagine myself ever living up to what he was.

He is exquisite - Theo comments wistfully as we watch our mate. Goddess blessed us with him.

I hum my agreement quietly. Will's love, his care and attention, was nothing short of a blessing that we had the pleasure of receiving. It was almost dizzying to contemplate that, that we were the only ones he'd ever love so fiercely, so deeply.

A blessing. Nothing better described what Will was to me.

I watch while my human tries his best to fight sleep, rubbing his back slowly while he snuggled in closer, seeking more worth. While I had my back to the headboard, Will was laid down with his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, fighting sleep as best as he could, but I didn't see him lasting much longer before he knocked out completely.

The moment we'd stepped out of that house of monsters, Mekhi had teleported us back to the pack and into the suite that Will and I had claimed as our own. The things we'd taken with us were there too, along with Sassy and Blaze which had been a nice surprise.

Even if Sassy was there too.

Will had been attacked with love from his pet while mine wasn't nearly so friendly. Blaze was still hiding under the bed, giving me the silent treatment even though he made sure to stay close to me.

Stubborn fatass.

Will had been beaming from ear to ear since we got back and that smile hadn't faded, even now as he fell asleep, it still rested on his lips refusing to leave him. We'd come back late so I only reached out through the link to let everyone know we were back, while Will bounced around, happy to be home.

He kept calling it home. 

The pack and these lands, and every time he did my heart lurched with pride and happiness because we were home, the both of us. This was our home.

Are you ready? - Mekhi asks through the pack link.

I feel my lips tug upwards as I register the presence of Mekhi's magic, close by and strong.

I'll be down soon - I reply before I refocus my attention on my mate.

My gorgeous, powerful mate who'd been through so much, too much, and still demanded respect in all that he did. Goddess, he'd be such a great leader for our pack. He was everything I wasn't and more, and I loved him for it.

But there was one thing Will couldn't do that I excelled in. 

Carefully peeling my body from my human's grip, I step out of bed and pull the covers up before I lean down to press a kiss to his head. "I will make him suffer," I whisper quietly to him, the promise was one that I wouldn't dare break.

In the past, I feared saying things like that to Will, I thought it would scare him or make him think lesser of me. But Will knew who I was, he knew all there was to me and he loved every part of me.

So why would I hide myself? 

Will turns over with a grumble, his eyes struggling to open as he blindly reaches out for me. I help him by leaning in, his hand finds my cheek and I lean into it without a second thought, "be safe," he mumbles tiredly before he raises his eyes to mine, "both of you."

Theo preens from our mate's love and care, all but rolling over with his tongue lolling out.

"We will," I promise and he hums a little, "love you."

Will smiles at that as he falls back asleep, "love you too."

With one last glance at him, I make my way out of the suite and the packhouse where I find Mekhi waiting near the bottom step with his hands in his pockets and gum in his mouth. 

He hadn't changed his clothes either, dressed in the same navy blue suit we'd left him in. Where mine was a crumpled mess, there wasn't a thing out of place for Mekhi.

The only difference was the weight of his magic.

It was stronger now, stronger than I'd ever felt from him, even when he went on a hunt. It was impossible for Theo to stop the warning snarl he releases at its presence that my mind registered as a threat.

Magic was always like a dense cloud that you couldn't see, it was something that you felt all around you. It made being near Aunt K almost suffocating when she used more than a fifth of her power, but I'd never felt anything that strong outside of her and Nikola.

But I was feeling something a little similar now, inside of Mekhi.

"Where is he?" I ask while I let my talons drop, inspecting each of them to make sure they were as sharp as any of my knives.

"In the cellar," Mekhi answers without hesitation, "I've already planted the skin in his home, they'll think it was a suicide."

I nod as I take his words in. I'd been worried about bringing attention onto Will and me by killing Liam, but planting a skin in his place cleared that issue right up. 

Like an identical twin formed by magic, skins mirrored anything living a witch wanted to replicate. The stronger the witch, the stronger the skin.

"I left a note too," Mekhi adds, "for good measure."

I nod again, looking in the direction of the cellars, wanting nothing more than to run there now. "We'll deal with him last."

Mekhi raises his hands and his eyes glow, understanding what I wanted without any more directives.

As the familiar thrumb of Mekhi's magic rises in the midnight air, I loosen the tight bindings I'd kept around my everpresent rage. But I wouldn't free it entirely, not until I saw him.

Still, I craved it now. Even just a taste would do.

It felt like fire against my heart, making every breath laboured with the need to take another's. The edges of my vision darkened as did my mind, the line between right and wrong becoming blurred in the most alluring ways.

There was no need to push it away, not now. Tonight, I only had to embrace it and all the bloodshed and agony that came with it.

So as the familiar fury spills into my mind and soul, tainting it with a song of death I knew by heart, I reminded myself of every curse and threat those sick humans had cast onto my mate, my William...and then, I let myself fall into it. 

The black pit that had laid waste to so many lives.

Theo roars through me and my eyes glow brightly as we howl.

Oh, how I'd missed this...

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"Mask our presence. I don't want them to know we're here." 

I look around the large ballroom we'd spent most of the night in, except it looked nothing like it had a few hours ago.

Someone had gone on a wrecking spree, most likely the furious man who was madly pacing the width of the dark room. 

Where every light and candle had been lit before, now only the lights of the chandelier shined up above, though they flickered now as they contested with Mekhi's magic.

To add to the grim room, the long drapes that had been hugging the massive windows were now pilled on the floor like they'd been torn down, and the large dining table a mess of toppled dishes, drinks and decorations, and expensive plating, all now broken into thousands of little pieces.

A twisted revelation of what this household was like when no one was watching.

I draw my eyes back to the human I itched to sink my canines into, there was only anger and rage carved into his features while he spoke to the woman who stood not too far from him, her face just as horrified as it'd been when we'd left earlier.

If it wouldn't bring suspicion onto us, they'd be dying tonight alongside Liam. But it would, even with more skins, it would be too large of a coincidence and it would bring questions onto us but mostly, Will.

So their deaths would have to wait until a more appropriate time. And until that day came, they'd suffer what silent inflictions I chose to impose on them. Tonight being the first of many. 

"Ungrateful little faggot!" Will's father booms as he stops his pacing to glare at the wrecked large dining table, his fists clenched at his sides.

It took me by surprise, not his bigoted words, only the force behind it. 

The man had been a meek, respectful thing throughout the weekend due to the influence of Mekhi's magic. But without it, we were getting a true, unfiltered glimpse of the man Will had to face every day while he was in this house.

And I thought he couldn't prove himself to be any filthier - Theo rumbles, our displeasure mixing and feeding into our rage.

"Shall I?" Mekhi asks as he steps forward, ready to attack, but I shake my head.

I'd wanted to see how they feel apart after we'd left earlier. I wanted to see how all their precious friends would react, but what Will wanted was more important than that and Will wanted to go home.

Watching them now would be the closest I'd get to seeing the original screening of their downfall.

"We gave him everything!" The sperm donor carries on, "everything! and still! That ungrateful piece of shit!" His breathing coming in impatient pants that matched his racing heart. "We should've disowned that piece of shit the moment we found out he was gay," he turns and directs his wild ramble to his wife, "I told you, we should've left him in that hospital!"

Will's mother's voice was shakier when it came, mostly drowned out by her anxiety that I could almost taste on my tongue. "And have the press make a spectacle of it? You know that would've left us worse off."

"Worse off than we are now!" He yells back making the veins in his neck threaten to burst free, "because of that little cunt we've got nothing left now! My phone's been ringing non-stop, I've already had deals pulled, requests to terminate contracts, by morning it'll be all over the fucking news!"

That brings a smile to my face amidst all my enmity.

The whole point of coming this weekend was for Will to break off any ties with his parents so they'd leave him alone for good, but it'd somehow morphed into him completely ruining the thing they cherished the most in this world - their reputations.

And it had worked.

Only a few hours had passed since we left but there wasn't another soul to be found anywhere on the property, all the guests and staff long gone now with only misery left between the two who caused my mate much of the same.

That in itself made waiting to kill them worth it. I'd enjoy having a look at the human news sources every now and again, alongside regular check-ups in person to see just how far they fell. 

And once they reached rock bottom, I'd drag them both to hell.

"I'm going to kill him," The odious man says under his breath, his tone turning deadly. 

Play song

Any lingering patience I'd forged together to watch the show disintegrates at the threat he'd dared to make against my mate. 

"Blind him." I grind out through my canines as I step in front of him so I could stare into his hateful eyes and watch the light go out. "Make it excruciating."

Mekhi doesn't hesitate to carry out the order, he never did.

The air around us stills, becoming so quiet and eerie that it makes the hairs on my arms raise as Mekhi's magic pours out of him, seeping into the room like a snake slithering across the floor waiting for the right moment to plunge.

When he does, his magic explodes like open floodgates that had been waiting to burst.

The human's features begin to twist with confusion at the first traces of magic invading his system. Then his face begins to crumple with the pain, the agony a poison that only got worse with time. He blinks furiously as if to wash away whatever Mekhi was infecting him with.

It only makes it worse.

Bringing myself a little closer to him, I watch him carefully. This was a moment I wanted to cherish.

"Something..." He starts, his hands reaching up to rub at his eyes before he winces, his feet stumbling back as if to run.

"Richard?" The invalid says cautiously as she comes to him, trying to catch him as he holds onto the edge of the table for support. 

While he shakes, his legs weakening, Mekhi steps up beside me, mumbling the words of carefully crafted words to his spell while he focused on the prey, his blazing eyes full of hatred and murderous intent.

"Shit," The human curses as he rubs viscously at his eyes, only worsening the flow of tears that were coming freely now, "something's wrong with my eyes..." 

His legs finally give out, sending him to the floor before his wife or shaking hands could catch him. His fingertips catch the end of the tablecloth, causing some of the dishes to fall with him where they shatter into pieces just as Mekhi goes quiet and the full weight of the spell finally hits him.

"Aghhhhhhhhhh!"

I breathe in deeply as the tormented scream fills every corner of the ballroom. The sound so violently chilling that it made me shiver with pleasure. 

It'd been far too long. 

"Richard?!" The woman shrieks as she crashes down to her knees to meet his side.

"My eyes!" He screams while he claws desperately at them, "my eyes! It burns! Aghhhhh!!! It burnsss!!!"

"W-What's h-happening,"

"I c-can't... aghhhhh!" His screams scrape against his throat to get out while he writhes wildly on the floor as if there was a shock collar on him.

What a brilliant idea - Theo snarls from inside.

"Add a shock collar to him," I say while I circle around them, wanting a better view.

It takes only a minute for Mekhi to conjure one. A blood-red band tightens around the human's throat, making him choke on his screams while Mekhi glances at me, seeking permission.

I nod and the electricity shoots through him.

The beginnings to froth escape his lips as his eyes roll back, his screaming broken into gargled noises that made my day.

"R-Richard, w-what's going on?!" The wife screams, terrified out of her mind and unaware that was getting his brain fried without her knowing.

I raise my hand and Mekhi stops the shocking.

With only his eyes to fear for, the man wails miserably letting tears pour from him unabashedly while the magic spread through him. The blue eyes Will had gotten from him were now tainted red as if blood would seep from the ducts at any second.

I wished it would.

Closing his eyes tightly, the filthy human tries to bite back his screams as if just closing his eyes would cure the problem. But even while he kept them shut, he couldn't do the same with his mouth and soon those lovely screams were back in the open air.

They were unbelievably pleasant to the ear and the more I heard them, the more impatient I became to soak my hands in blood. 

His suffering was far too enticing, I needed more. 

I look to Mekhi, ready to share with him exactly what his role would be in this but stop short at what I find. 

Without knowing Mekhi, he probably looked annoyed, angered at most. But I did know Mekhi, I knew him like I knew my brothers and even more.

Mekhi was fucking livid.

His blazing yellow eyes shined so brightly now that he looked entirely white, his clenched fists making his knuckles white and seconds away from shattering beneath his skin. His magic. His magic was like a bomb that felt like it was seconds away from killing us all.

He was angry, not just for himself, but for Will too.  

I wasn't sure how I knew but I did. I could feel that Mekhi was not only furious as any other would-be having seen and heard what these sick people were capable of, but also because he'd seen what it'd done to Will.

It only confirmed my suspicions that whatever home situation Mekhi had run from when we met, it was something similar to Will's. His parents were more than likely disgustingly apathetic and cruel too, if not more.

Witches had a cruel reputation that wasn't only folklore.

I'd planned to be the one to enjoy the tormenting tonight with Mekhi supporting me as always, but as I looked at him now, I wondered if it'd be better to let him have more of a hand in this one.

I study him a little closer before confirming my decision when Theo gives a nod of approval.

"What did you do to him?" I ask as I look back to the procurator who was breathing heavily, his eyes still tightly shut while he continued to scream that melodic cry of his.

"When I was in Liam's head, I saw what he used on Will," Mekhi explains tightly, his voice akin to death itself, "I thought he should feel what Will did."

Will's father opens his eyes then. Slowly he peels his eyelids back, revealing the previously crystal blue eyes that were now darkening with near shades of purple. 

"But I made it worse," Mekhi mutters quietly, "I made his pain much, much worse."

With an unfocused gaze, the man looks around wildly, his hands tightly clenching onto his wife's while he shook violently in his place on the ground. 

He was blind. Not partially or anything else. He was completely blind.

"N-No," he starts, his voice cracking with his horror as he holds onto the woman for dear life, "Noo!!!"

"W-What is it?" She asks fretfully, her eyes almost as frantic as his, "what's wrong Richard?!"

It takes him a while to get the words out through his stammers, his fight to admit the truth a truly precious thing to watch. "I-I...I can't," he sobs once and that's all it takes to break the dam of tears, his scent completely drowning with his fear, "I-I c-can't see."

"This is permanent?" I ask and Mekhi nods.

"Unless some other witch takes the time to unwind the spell I've tied to his soul, then it's permanent," He says tightly, fighting to keep himself in check, "and if they do, I'll put it back on both him and the one responsible."

Mekhi never talked about what he'd been through before we met, and I never pressured him to, but now I couldn't help but want to know more.
Not only because he was the person I trusted the most in this world outside of those in my family, but because I couldn't help but want to kill all who'd wronged him too.

We'd have to kill them together someday.

"Mekhi," I start as I come up with exactly where we'd go with these two, "when you were growing up, did you ever have a pinata?" 

That brings his gaze away from the troubled pair on the ground, a look of confusion taking over his face, "what?" 

"Have you ever had a pinata?" I ask again which just makes his frown deepen as he shakes his head slowly, "did you want one growing up?"

Mekhi looks at me as if he wanted to treat me like one, but he doesn't, instead he nods again.

"Alright then, think of these two as your pinata," I say as I look back to Will's parents, "and also as the people who didn't get you one." Mekhi's eyes burn even brighter, "Which one do you want?"

That strange, unfamiliar power in Mekhi's magic returns as he looks down to the filth on the ground, "him."

"Keep everything we do untraceable and don't kill him," I instruct. When Mekhi doesn't reply, I grip his arm, "Mekhi," he looks back at me, "do not kill him."

"I won't," he says, "I won't," he repeats when I continue to study him.

"Okay," I say and he nods again, only then do I smile, "then enjoy your pinata and I'll do the same with mine." 

Mekhi doesn't wait another second as he advances on the still wailing man.

Grabbing his arm, Mekhi drags his body across the room and away from the woman that I make my way towards. Their eyes widen with their terror and confusion, the man screaming worse with his lack of sight. 

Before the woman can follow after her bawling husband, I take hold of her shoulders to keep her in place. 

I'd been waiting to hurt this one all weekend.

Circling Karen, I look down at her while she looks around wildly trying to find me or whatever it was that she thought was holding her still. A ghost maybe or a demon. 

Whatever she thought I was, she kept fighting against me, her tears coming fast now while she screamed for her husband who was eerily quiet now.

"Alright calm down," I say rubbing her shoulders while I bend down to her level. The touch only seemed to scare her more, so I kept it up while I let my talons extend to their full length.

She looked nothing like she had all weekend. The confidence gone, the righteous air to her replaced by one of hysteria and her tears cascaded down her face, the washed away the makeup to reveal the truth to her age.

Old and wrinkled, heavy bags sat under her eyes making her look ghastly. An image I decided better suited her.

* "I'd like to carve your face apart," I confess as I trace one of my talons across her face. "Peel the skin away until it all falls off."

She stiffens like a wooden table, not moving a single inch outside of her insistent shaking. She couldn't see me but she undoubtedly felt something sharp against her cheek, just waiting to peel the life out of her.

"I'd like to slice you open, cut by cut. Some small and some wide, long and short, deep and narrow," I share as I study her skin, "I'd like to see how many it would take before you bleed to death."

"P-P-Please," She sobs, maybe to me or to her husband. 

"I've thought a lot about what I'd do with you," I tell her as I look over her drenched face. "Take a finger each day... tear the hair from your scalp until it's bloody and raw... carve my name into your gums with my knives... tear your teeth out your mouth... rip your eyes out.... amputate you. The list is endless." 

She couldn't hear my words, but her sobbing was getting worse which made me wonder what she'd do if she could. 

"But that will have to wait," I whisper as I let one of my talons fall to her throat, careful not to let it cut, I caress the skin. "In a few months perhaps, when you've lost even more to you than you think possible. I'll come back for you and your husband, and I'll try them all." I promise.

"For now, we'll start with what I wanted to do to you the most," I explain as I draw my talons away from her neck and to her ear, "You care too much about what people think about you, but if you can't hear them, then that should help, right?"

I twist her head to the side, holding her steady with my fist tightly clenching onto the roots of her hair while I take my time in letting the sharpened claw slip into her ear. 

I took the time few wolves did to weaponise my talons. I kept them sharp as a blade in case I was ever without them, like I was now. I regularly filled them down until the edges were only a little bigger than a needle's, making it was easy for one to breach her ear until I felt resistance.

"This must be your eardrum," I say as I scrape it gently making her tremble while she tried to escape my hold, "let's make this quick, the count of three?"

The fact that she couldn't hear only made my smile grow.

"One...two...." 

I shove the talon in before three. Stabbing her eardrum and much deeper.

Her scream carried through her entire body, travelling through the ground beneath her while her eyes grew wide in her skull and her soul begged for mercy. 

This scream, in particular, would be a new favourite of mine.

Blood rushes out of her ear immediately, spilling down like a dying fountain that struggling to keep pouring around the talon I had in her ear, the one I kept pushing in even further. 

I watch her cry and sob. Watch her scream and pray. Beg for mercy and for help.

I watch her feel it all.

Only when the blood slows do I withdraw my talon, already hungry for the next. "Now the second ear," I warn as I turn her head. This time she fights me with all she has, her weak arms bashing and shoving against me while she screams for her husband. 

A glance up revealed that her husband wasn't doing any better.

Still, she fights, probably believing that if she tried she might make it out of this. But she was a human and her desperate shoves felt like the nudges of a newborn pup. An obscene, revolting one. 

"Same as before, on the count of three," I say as I insert my opposite talon.

She keeps her useless fighting, so I don't bother counting as I puncture the second eardrum watching her face to capture the moment she screamed out again, her eyes growing full with tears while the blood spilt free just like the first ear.

Seeing the woman who'd acted so strong and perfect all weekend reduced to nothing more than a pile of shit, was everything I'd hoped for and more. But there was still one more thing I needed to do to tie this picture together.

Shoving her away, I clean my talons off before I retract them and turn to Mekhi. 

Just outside the ballroom, I find him standing in front of his screeching pinata who was plastered to the floor. I couldn't see a single thing wrong with him, outside of his purple eyes, but he sounded like she was being split open from the inside. 

It was worse than the eyes or the shock collar, this was something new.

"I need the needle and thread," I say as I come up to his side, "the one you like so much."

Mekhi doesn't ask any questions, he just pulls the spellbound materials out of his personal void and hands it to me. I leave him to enjoy his plaything and make my way back to mine. 

* I find her trying to crawl away, moving faster than I expected her to. Unlike Mekhi's, mine had blood all over it but I'd always preferred my prey messier by the end of it, where he liked the damage to be internal.

"Help!!!!" She screams at the top of her lungs, but there wasn't another person for miles to hear her screams, nobody but me. "Somebody!!! Help!!!" 

I follow behind her, watching her drag herself inch by inch, her blood streaking behind her in a path I made sure to keep myself on. 

"A-Anybody!!!"

When she tries to get up, I force her back down with a foot to her back to keep her where she belonged.

"Alright," I say as I lick the edge of the shimmering thread, "we're just going to make sure you never say another word, and then I'm done with you for today." Bringing it close to my eyes along with the needle, I still myself to get it through the needle's eye.

Physically, it looked like any other needle and thread, except this one twinkled under the flickering lights like it was made of diamonds. But despite its glittering appearance, there wasn't anything special that came with using them. 

It could patch up and tie any material together like any other needle and thread, it never broke, never dulled and it never failed to breach its intended mark. And when the final knot was made to finish off your creation, it would disappear as if it was never there, but whatever you'd sewn together would feel it always.

Mekhi had a tendency of tying perfectly fine limbs together.

When I get the thread through the eye, I let out a breath of relief and quickly tie a knot on the other end before I lift the foot I had on the woman's back to settle over her. 

Locking my arm around her neck, I pull her head back and take hold of her jaw, keeping her mouth clamped shut with one hand, while I lifted the needle.

"Now, this might hurt a little," I warn before I force the needle through one corner of her bottom lip, and then roughly tug it out of her top lip.

Her body shakes beneath the weight of mine as she weeps, but it was muffled now.

I don't bother taking my time or being careful, all that mattered was making sure this wretched mouth of hers would be sewn shut so no other would have to hear her speak ever again. 

* So that Will would never be hurt by her words again.

When the needle pierced her skin a second time, I grin and when her blood makes an appearance here as well, it grows bigger.

My grip on her quickly grows tighter, the force I was putting behind the needle growing manic as I drove it into her skin and pulled it out at any point. I'd intended it to be her lips only, but I couldn't stop myself when Will's stricken face flashed in front of me.

She knew what had happened to him and still denied it, for her own sake.

So I don't stop.
Even as she screams and cries.
Even as the seams of the thread threaten to burst as I tugged it out.
Even as the blood seeps beneath my nails and into my skin. 

I don't stop until there's no more thread left and her head hangs limply.

I tie the finishing knot off before I lean back to examine my work.

The slowly fading thread zigzagged between her lips and cheeks, breaching her chin, nose and even her ear in one place. It was laced with the blood that escaped making it shimmer like the Hancock Diamond. Her ears had stopped bleeding, but there was a little puddle of the blood beneath both on the ground which just added to the picture.

I let her fall to the floor and stand to my feet just as Mekhi comes up behind me, dragging his battered pinata behind him. I kick mine over so that he could get a better look.

He stays silent for a few minutes, his rushed pants faltering when his eyes fell onto her face. Another second passes before he smirks, "I'm guessing Will's the one who fixes the torn clothes in your relationship?"

"He is," I admit with a shrug, "but I think the bad technique makes this one look good."

"Better than before," Mekhi comments as we watch the thread slowly fade away in broken fragments until there wasn't a trace of it left to our eyes.

She just looked like she was holding her lips together... in a really fucked up way.

Looking behind us, I examine Mekhi's work on the procreator and smile when I find him still sobbing, though it was quieter now while he tried to lift his legs, though neither his arms nor his lower limbs seemed to be working, "you crippled him?"

"Not quite," Mekhi admits with a sigh, "it'll come and go, like the collar. Sometimes he'll be fine, other times he won't." He explains as he looks at the crumpled human on the floor, "The spell works when it pleases. It should drive him to insanity... or something close to it."

The man spasms on the floor making a chuckle escape me.

"We should've put one on him earlier in the night," I comment as I glance back to my friend.

"Your best ideas come too late," He teases making us both laugh.

"K-Karen," the man calls after a moment, "Karen!"

Karen was deaf now so she didn't hear his calls and even if she could, a response was beyond her considering...

"Did you enjoy your first pinata?" I ask while Mekhi digs into his pocket before he offers me some gum, I shake my head and he takes it for himself.

Nodding, Mekhi pops the gum into his mouth before he looks back at the pair of humans, "it was fun."

"Good," I say as Karen tries to call out for her husband, though all that came were her distressed hums.

"K-Karen!" The other one yells in response, but he couldn't make the first move to get to her.

"We're done with these two, for now." 

Without another word, Mekhi erases any and all signs of our presence here; the blood, the shoeprint on her clothes, every scrape and bruise, and anything else that I couldn't see that he could.

All that remains is two humans on their ballroom floor; one deaf and mute and the other blind and broken.

Satisfying didn't even begin to cover what this was.

But my patience was reaching a near end, the little control I had left over myself about to snap and Theo wasn't far behind. 

This had been a nice warmup, now, it was time for the real thing.

The silent build in Mekhi's magic is the only warning that comes as he takes us back home, only this time we don't land in one of the suites or outside the packhouse, but inside the cellar my old man reserved for the man he hated the most in this world.

Seeing as Reon was dead, it was only fitting I used it now.

* My eyes immediately zone in on my prey. Liam.

My mind, soul, body and spirit all link with one specific purpose, clearing out all my other emotions to leave me empty for the only one that mattered right now.

Rage.

My talons drop and so do my canines as I head straight for him.

Liam was already cowered in the corner which made getting hold of him almost too easy but I wasn't one to complain. Grabbing hold of his shoulders, I let my talons sink into his right arm for a better grip and he screams out, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the talons I had buried into his chest.

He screams in the way I wanted to make him scream in that ballroom when he'd tried to touch Will. My Will.

He tries to fight me now, recognising that I wasn't entirely human and that this situation was only going to end with him dead and at my feet. Punching and kicking, he heaves and screams while his eyes stay glued to where my talons were buried, in a wide cage around his heart.

I watch the blood spill around my fingers that I push deeper inside of his chest while I lift him higher from his corner of piss so he could see my face.

I give him a second. 

A single second to see me and recognise me so that he knew exactly who was doing this to him. So that he'd never forget my face, even in death.

"P-P-Please,"

When the next second comes, I slash my free talons across his face, leaving my claw marks behind for blood to find its way through.

"AGHHHH!!!!!!"

I barely register his scream. My mind already too wild and loud to admire it or gashes that were weeping his agony.

His fucking delicious agony.

I barely register the way his body convulsed in my hand, or Mekhi's warnings that he could only keep a human alive for so long.

All that registers is the rage.

It swept through me like acid that I'd been trying to contain for far too long, and now that it was out, it was destroying everything in its wake. And he would have to suffer it all, him. Liam Haynes, the one who'd hurt my mate. 

My lungs burn, my jaws lock and my vision bleeds red.

While Mekhi heals his face, quickly patching the skin back over the wound to put him back together, I stab my talons into his stomach. Driving them in deep until I felt something soft inside, something important. His eyes widen as he chokes on his blood that spills out of his lips and nose while he tries to register what would come next.

With my eyes locked with his, I drag my talons down. Twisting my fingers inside, I take hold of what I can while I slice a path through his insides before yanking them out into the open air.

Blood paints the floor along with the shredded intestines that splattered out in places. The scent of it calling for me to shift so that I could properly have at my prey. But not yet, not until I broke him in every way.

I wanted to tear his intestines out of him completely, but Mekhi's magic was already pushing them back into place, forcing things to keep working while Liam felt the pain of it all.

And he did. Stuck in a world of nothing but torment that he couldn't escape, I wouldn't let him. He would live in the torment until I chose to let death save him.

"P-Please!!" He screams; to me, to Mekhi, to anyone who would hear him.

We all ignore it.

With his face healed again, I tear my right hand out of its place in his chest and shove it inside his mouth alongside the left. He gags on the taste of his own blood, the desperate shaking making his still open stomach threaten to fall out again.

My growls mix with snarls as Theo presses forth, joining me in control instead of trying to take over completely.

There was only one time this had happened before, where our emotions were so close, so interlinked that both of us balanced a presence at the forefront. Neither of us completely put back or put forth.

It felt fluid, simple, right.

Theo takes control of my right hand, and I take the left, our souls acting as one as we force his jaw open until the bone holding it together breaks.

But even as his mouth grows lax, his shriek blaring through his hollow throat, we keep squeezing, keeping forcing pressure onto the skin and bone until it shattered within our grasp like fine dust.

Theo yanks our right hand out to hold him up while I wrap my fingers around his tongue.

Heaving against him, I scrape my talons against the muscle, my canines dripping with the hunger to tear him apart, limb by limb, piece by piece, until there was nothing left of him but his blood soaked into the soil.

"Nothing will ever be enough... to make up for what you did to him," We growl in unison as Theo forces his chin up so that he had to look at us while I slowly pull his tongue out of his mouth. "Nothing!"

I force myself to be slow in this. To make the pain endure, to make it last so he'd feel every inch of it.

His brown eyes dart across mine frantically, desperately and terrified, pleading silently for mercy while I tore the muscle out of his mouth.

"This is just the start," we growl, "the start of your pain that will feel like an eternity's."

He shuts his eyes, trying to escape the pain and me. But I don't let him. The roar that escapes from Theo forces him to answer the alpha in us and open his eyes again, forcing him to look at us.

His tongue gives way, tearing free from his mouth along with a shower of his blood that sprays across my face. 

I lick what splatters onto my lips away and grin, starved for more.

When I step back, he falls to the floor, crumpling to the bottom in a pile of skin and bones that Mekhi works at, keeping his heart pumping and his lungs working. 

Disfigured as he was now, with the raw slash marks I'd carved into his face to mark him as my prey, and the stream of piss coating his legs just as his tears did his face, he finally matched what he was on the inside.

I examine his tongue, my first trophy for the night. It so warm in my hand that it felt alive in some way. Circling my fingers around it, I squeeze down on it while I keep my eyes on it owner, my growl building inside of me as a shift pushes against me. 

The need to hunt growing strong, but I don't answer its call. That was for Theo.

"He can't take much damage from here," Mekhi says while I step to the table of tools that the old man left behind. I pick up the sharpest knife I find and use it to pin what's left of the tongue to the table. "Not if you still intend to carry out more in his head."

Turning back to face the human, I manage a nod before I close the space between us.

Taking a fistful of his hair in hand, I shove my foot against his chest to keep him in place on the ground while I rip the hair straight from his scalp. I'd planned this for Karen, but I could practice it on him. 

He tries to scream but all that comes is a bloody gurgle amongst the blood pooling inside of his mouth. Mekhi wouldn't fix that.

Handful by handful, I tear the hair from his head until it's not but patches of stilled hair and a raw bloody scalp that I couldn't wait to repeat in the future. 

Then I move to his face, slicing ten thin lines from his forehead down to his chest with my talons, small and deep enough to make him a canvas and his blood that painted it on its own.

"Now," I say to Mekhi who lets out a breath of relief.

Enjoy this - Theo awards as he paces but doesn't push forth.

We'd agreed that tonight, I'd be the one to make the most of Mekhi's magic while torturing Liam and that Theo would be the one to kill him at the end of it. Leaving the only way for me to kill him in all the ways I craved in his head.

Mekhi's spell would award me what could feel like years in Liam's head if I wished it where I could kill him time and time again. 

"I'll tell you when its near morning," Mekhi says as his magic washes over me, taking control of my conscious so it could join Liam's, "I've slowed time down as much as I can there."

"Near morning," I repeat as my eyes are forced closed, "and not a second before."

I open my eyes in a room identical to the cellar, Liam cowered over in the same corner wearing all the scars I'd given to him. The only difference was the unnerving presence of magic that I felt in every part of me.

But that hardly mattered with what it implied.

Liam tries to talk, tries to say something even without his tongue, but I put a stop to it by piercing my talons up through his jaw and into his skull. His eyes stay with mine for a second before they roll back while blood pours out of his nose and eyes, bathing him with his own blood. 

When life leaves him, his heart no longer beating, I rip his head from his body to feel the weight of it. It was surprisingly heavy.

I let it slide from my talons and to the floor where some piece of it cracks, the sound delicious and nurturing to my soul. 

It rolls to the rest of him, stopping between his legs just as Mekhi reboots this magic-driven simulation of his that brought Liam's body back together before he took in a deep breath as life returned to him.

"When you tried to touch my mate, I wanted to rip your arm out of its socket and spray the room with your blood, from end to end." I say as he looks up at me, his tears bloodied and his gaze petrified. "I couldn't then."

With the words settling in, he tries to move back, tries to escape, the edges of his frightened conscious making everything around us shaking with his fear, but there was no use to it.

It only excited me more.

Lifting his right hand, the one he'd tried to touch my mate with twice, I extend his arm as far as it could go before I sink my talons into the part of him that joined it to the rest of his body. Passing through skin and muscle, I delve deeper, wanting to get a good grip for this.

When my fingertips meet his skin, I cirl my fingers inside around the bone and muscles before I withdraw them slowly.

Tearing apart each of the fibres that formed him while I pulled the bone out of his flesh until it finally tore itself free, leaving a gaping, tattered mess of his arm behind.

But I wanted the whole arm, not just the bone.

I drop the bloodied thing from his lap before I take hold of the what was left to his arm and tear it out of the rest of him. 

Bettered than I'd imagined it to be, his blood spills from his body like a crimson stream that riveled the one pooling in his mouth. 

I fill his mouth with the arm, silencing his gagged wails for a moment while I grab one of the blades from the table before returning to him. 

His eyes meet mine as I press the steel to his skin, the cold metal making him shiver while he looked into the pure chaos in my eyes while I saw the rich fear in his.

If he hadn't realised already, what darkness laid inside me, he saw it now in full.

I keep his gaze as I peel the first sliver of skin from him. Watching the way the shaking worsened while he watched me skin him, piece by piece, like a wild animal I'd roast later.

Perhaps I would.

The pain becomes too much for him before I finished the entire arm, his body sagging as he passes out or dies, I couldn't be sure. Whichever it was, it was only a second before he opened his eyes again, the magic forcing him to be present for the entirety of this.

When he looks to me again, his already wet eyes flood with more tears when he realizes that he was right where he'd begun, this thing, a neverending loop for him.

So I continue, skinning him by his arm and then his chest, pausing each time his body gave way and continuing whenever his eyes met mine again.

I only put my blade down when there was nothing left to cut. Nothing left of him but open muscle, his entire body red like a naked weak thing that couldn't bear to support him, even with the magic. 

The piles of skin I'd made at his side disappear when his skin comes back to him after a few seconds and his dead eyes light up again.

I was tempted to let him speak. To give him his tongue in this mental institution so I could hear him scream properly, hear him beg and cry.

But I realised that I much preferred the quiet, it let me think better about what I'd do next.

When I bring the blade to Liam's fingernails, he shakes his head wildly, his heart spiking to intensify the scent of his fear. 

They always feared this. The pain behind this always thought to be the worst they could imagine from what they'd heard of it.

It was always so much worse than they imagined.

One by one, I peel his fingernails out of his fingers with the blade, working silently while he continued his gargled screams, shaking wildly against me wanting so desperately to escape it.

I do his toes next before I step back.

It wasn't painful enough to kill him, not yet, so I let him stew in his pain while I revisit the table, looking for something outside of my talons that would interest me for what I had in mind next.

I smile when my eyes meet a rusting car battery.

What was probably minutes felt like hours, and hours like days, each killing I dealt him feeding the hunger that had been brewing inside of me from the moment I realised that my mate's fears had been inflicted by another. 

By Liam.

I took his limbs from him several times over, tore his head in two and then waited for it to come back together so I could do it again. I carved his lungs out of him, his heart and stomach too. Plucked every rib out of him and then forced them back into his body in any spaces that suited me. Tied his intestines around his neck and strangled him with them when he opened his eyes again.

But my favourite of it all was castrating him.

I did it in a number of ways. First with the car-battery which I used before on his ears. Then with my talons, tore his dick straight out of him and then shoved it inside him. Next were the snap ring pliers, then the blades.
There was a drill, so I used that too. Squeezed it in my fists and smashed it with my foot. Cut his balls from him particularly large pair of scissors, and then popped them with a chain. I used his own hands, forcing him to rip his cock out himself. I burned his dick off at a point too, covered him in gasoline and watched it take flight. The flames were nice to watch, especially when it spread to the rest of him.

And then I did it again, and again, and again. 

By the time Mekhi's warning came, I'd filed through almost half of all the ways I'd wanted to torture him, leaving only the quick killings which I purposefully left until the end.

I didn't think it was possible to tire from ripping his skull from his body, each time was just as pleasurable as the first. It was almost the same feeling of ecstasy when I slit his throat twenty times over, and whenever he came back to took his first breath back, I steal it from him again.

"Damon," Mekhi calls, gently pulling on my consciousness.

I don't fight him. In my mind, I'd been torturing Liam for years now and was ready to hand the reigns over to Theo who was clawing at me to put a final end to this.

When we return to the present, the real present out of Liam's consciousness and mine, Liam's body slumps to the ground, the fight gone from him entirely while he stared blankly across the room.

"It's nearing six," Mekhi explains and I nod as I turn to him.

"You've done more than enough tonight," I say with a hand to his shoulder, "thank you."

He nods, smirking a little, "you make it sound like it wasn't enjoyable."

I chuckle a little as I shake my head, "I'll visit you tomorrow with Will so don't go to far."

"Why?" He frowns, suddenly on alert from my unexpected words.

Mekhi always scared from the least frightening things.

"You'll have to ask him that yourself," I say with shrug, Will hadn't shared with me why we were to go see him or Aunt K tomorrow, "but seriously, thank you."

Mekhi forces himself to nod again, too worried to get any words out. But that worry would pass, I didn't know why Will had insisted that we saw Mekhi as soon as he woke up tomorrow - or rather today - but I didn't think it was anything bad.

I put an end to Mekhi and I's conversation as I stoop down in front of Liam for the very last time. 

I help prop him up against the wall before I close his eyelids slowly and rest my thumbs against them.

I'd been waiting all night to do this.

Pressing them in, I force my fingertips against his squishy eyeballs, adding more pressure with each passing second until they burst under them, making him scream out as his hands came up to try and push mine away.

So he did have something left in him, Theo would be pleased with that.

Once I've carved a hole into his sockets with my thumbs, I circle them around inside, touching the raw nerves inside before I pull myself back and let myself slip back while Theo comes forward.

Enjoy this - I say to him which makes him chuckle as he takes control.

I will

-- Theo's P.O.V --

Looking over the trembling human, I hum slightly, pleased with the work Damon had done on him so far. 

It would be a wonderful starting point, or rather, an endpoint for me.

I wished I'd had equal time to toy with him as Damon had, but we had a mate to get back to, so I was more than pleased with being the one to put an end to this one's deplorable life.

Liam Haynes. Just thinking his name made disgust crest within me.

"You've done well tonight, Mekhi," I say as I turn to the young warlock, "very well. Damon and I thank you."

Recognising that I was now at the forefront, Mekhi nods his head with an awkward bow that showed his nerves. I never understood what it was about me that made witches feel such unease, but when I was in control, they always kept their distance.

"If I could ask one last thing of you," I hazard and Mekhi nods quickly, "could you place him somewhere outside the pack lands, in the surrounding forest." I turn back to look at Liam, "I enjoy the hunt."

Mekhi answers by doing as I'd requested, using what I assumed was, more than likely, the last of his magic today to teleport the human somewhere beyond pack lines.

Play Theo's song here if you can and keep replaying until end of the chapter - Moros Black Instrumental by Elephant Music

My heart jumps, speeding up with the excitement that was forcing my shift onto me. Everything inside of me was demanding that I took my primary form and there was no fighting it back now.

This would only be done in one way.

"Thank you," I manage gruffly as the hair begins to sprout from my arms while I stumble towards the spiralling staircase.

My muscles break themselves down along with my bones, making room for the large wolf that made the other half of our being. The wolf that represented me. 

Falling to my hands and feet, I struggle to climb the first stairs as my body extends itself, growing larger and stronger as the hair soon covered every inch of me.

Flashing my eyes open and close, I adjust to the familiar world of grey that coats itself over my vision, darkening it in hue where my scenes brightened everything else, already working to track down my kill.

When my shift completes itself, I raise my head with a deep growl than builds inside of me until it forms into a guttural roar that echoes throughout the pack lands and beyond, warning any other off of taking my prey before me.

Marking Liam Haynes as mine to kill.

Lunging up, I scale the circling staircase within seconds before I jump out the open door into the familiar pack lands nearing the border. 

I take a moment to look around, to scent the air for the trail of blood that followed after my prey. My scenes sharpen when my nose finds a hint of it coming from the far north.

In my next breath, I take off in that direction.

I bound through the woods faster than ever before, my racing heart pumping more energy into my hindlegs for me to move quicker. Manoeuvring through the trees was fluid, easy, each step purposeful and right as I advanced on the prey.

My ears pick up on his heartbeat just as I pass over the pack's boundary, heading out to unclaimed territory that held other wolves I could sense. But every rogue stayed away, sensing that death would come to any who came near to me.

His heart was beating erratically, out of time and far too fast for him to be still. He was running.

I smile into my canines as I stop to howl, letting the sound resound through the woods to make his heart beat faster.

Canines dripping, mouth salivating, I take off again.

I follow after that speeding heart and the rich scent of lifeblood that was taking over my scenes entirely, like a beaconing call I couldn't ignore as it begged for death.

As I get closer, I pick up on the rushed steps through the woods, crumpled tree leaves and snapped twigs a compass for me to follow. Each step grew louder as I raced through the woods, my heart competing with his as I gained on him.

When his rushed pants came to me, all coherent thoughts left me entirely.

PREY

I catch sight of his hair first and then the rest of him, stumbling blindly through a clearing with his arms stretched out in front of him while he glanced all around, trying to figure out which direction I was coming from.

With all eyes of the forest on me, I rush straight to him.

He turns when I'm right on him, the bloody holes where his eyes used to be showing nothing as I leap onto him with my claws out and my jaws open.

I sink my jaws into his neck while my claws dig their way into his chest. We crash onto the earth's floor in a tumble that crushes several of his bones and take a few ribs from him.

With my jaws still locked into his shoulder and neck, I growl for him to hear before I tear the flesh free, taking the life out of him while his blood flew into the air to splatter onto the earth.

I go back for more. Taking what was left of his throat in my jaws and splitting it from the rest of him, removing his head in the process. 

It tumbled to the side but I continue.

Clawing my wait into his body with my canines, I tear apart the muscles and bone as I dig through him, searching for the still-beating muscle inside of him. Once I find his heart I crush it inside of my mouth before I swallow it whole. 

His pancreas and lungs receive the same treatment as I feast on him, laying waste to everything that he was. Bones, skin, teeth and nails, I take it all.

Devour. I devour the rest of him until there's nothing left.

Nothing but his blood that was soaked into the soil, the only part of him that escaped my wrath.

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I am very satisfied now.

Thoughts???????????

That was... a lot. Descriptive for sure, I hope. This shit has been in the works for literally a month. I have been writing and rewriting, editing and scrapping only to start again, man this was a hard chapter to write.

Not the violence, no that was easy. Getting to it was what was hard. I wanted to show the parents hurt and then how they'd get to Liam, it was just a mess in the beginning. But in the end, simple was the way to go. That's why the update took so long btw.

Who do you think is worse - Damon or Theo?

And did you enjoy the gore??? Did I do a good job of showing the werewolf that we've all been hearing about for all these books??? The Demon?

I hope I did, cause this shit literally took the life out of me.

Anyway, vote up and comment if you did enjoy it!!

From here, it'll just be smooth sailing, some nice moments and a lovely knot to the book - we still got some chapters to go so don't get frightened. I want to fix things and show a path to their future properly.

But I am VERY happy with Damon and Mekhi's team up, loved it really.

Alright, I'm done rambling. I'll be updating Patreon next, a teaser of that will be uploaded to Wattpad, a new thing I'm trying and then Master I think.

Hope you are all well and safe.

Until next time,
Byeeeee Humanssssssssss