Souls Unfractured
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This time he said shit back to me. He just stared. Stared at me with those fucking dead eyes. It incensed me. My body heated and the fucking blades in my hands felt heavy. I looked up to Viking, who had gone as still as a fucking stone, and commanded, "Keep his arms held down.”
Viking forced my poppa’s arms down. Standing above him, I turned the blade in my hands, then sliced down his arm. “One,” I growled, seeing blood pour from his wound as he sucked in a sharp breath. I sliced again, “Two,” and hissed when his teeth gritted together at the pain. I sliced again and again and again, my cock hardening at the sight of every spray of blood that hit my face. “Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten…” I slowly counted. The cunt’s arms were ripped to shreds, blood flowing to the floor. Then, with my pulse slamming in my neck, I slashed the blade over his thigh, and roared, “Eleven!”
My old man sagged on the table, eyes dazed.
Then, fighting sickness, I moved in closer and asked, “Why the fuck did you rape me?”
My poppa froze on the table. I pressed my blade to his cheek, and repeated, “Why the fuck did you rape me?”
My blade pressed further into crepe-thin skin the longer he was silent. Then he suddenly said, “To rid your flesh completely of sin. To punish you for taking your mama away from me.”
I stayed still, my blade pushed into his cheek, then I moved back. He was a sick fuck whose time was up.
I looked to the back of the room. I pointed to the hatch and ordered, “Vike, drag him over there.”
I stormed forward, then came to a complete fucking stop. I stared at that fucking hatch and, as I did, I couldn’t move a damn inch. The wood was scratched and worn through years of use. The lock was rusted, but still tight.
“Fuck, man,” Viking said beside me. “What kinda fucked up shit did you go through down there? I’m already wanting to snap this pedo’s neck. This cellar shit’s gonna tip me over the edge. ”
Not answering, I closed my eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Bending down, I forced myself to unbolt the lock and ripped the fucking door open on a snarl, its old rotting wood easily coming off at the hinges.
The cellar’s familiar stagnant smell of blood and cum immediately hit my nose. I had to fight back from puking at the stench. Just as I was about to order Viking to throw my poppa in there, head first, a movement from below caught my eye.
My heart stilled in my chest, then set off like a fucking bat out of hell when I saw a pair of sunken dark eyes looking back up at me. I blinked, I was sure I was fucking seeing things, but then a pale face slowly emerged into the light. I launched back against the wall, chest panting in shock.
AK rushed to my side. “What the fuck’s wrong?” he asked. Viking dropped my old man’s cut, alcoholic body to the floor behind him, and joined us.
I shook my head, then said, “Someone’s in there... Someone’s fucking in there!”
Viking and AK moved to the hatch and looked down. My stomach dropped as Viking shouted, “Fuck! Fuck, man, there’s a fucking kid down here!”
I watched, fucking frozen against the wall as Viking and AK bent down. AK turned round. “Fuck, Flame. Get here now.”
I moved my legs, fighting back the dark memories of being fucked in that hole, when I glanced behind us… and my poppa wasn’t fucking there.
Pushing myself to my feet, I barked, “Where the fuck’s he gone?”
Then a scream came from outside. “Flame!”
Maddie…
NO!
“Fuck!” Viking spat. But I was already running to the door, my blood pumping like fucking rapids of fire. I flew out the door, only to see my poppa, with that fucking knife back in his hand, holding Maddie to his chest. And the fucking blade was at her throat.
A red mist came over my eyes, and I screamed, the noise ripping from my chest.
Maddie’s green eyes were wide and filled with water. And she was staring at me, she was fucking staring at me to help her.
“Let me the fuck go or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” my poppa warned. My blood quickly cooled to ice.
I stood still and calmly said, “Let her go.”
Viking stepped beside me, and my poppa’s eyes darted between us. “Let me the fuck go, and you can have your whore back.”
“Flame,” Maddie whispered, her face paling to white.
I watched that blade pressed against her throat, the edge already touching the skin and I tossed my blades to the ground. “Fucking let her go,” I demanded, my voice like fucking thunder.
Then the cunt started walking to the side, heading down the dirt driveway. As my poppa moved to turn, he moved Maddie, briefly pushing her body to the side, opening himself right up. I was just about to launch forward to tackle the fucker to the ground, when AK stepped beside me, his 9mm held up in line with his eye. “Get ready to cut that sick fuck up real good,” he whispered.
A second later, AK sent a fucking bullet straight into the back of the cunt’s leg, and my old man dropped to the floor, blade slipping loose, femur shattered. Maddie fell to the side, her neck still under his arm. But she scurried free, crawling to safety.
And that was all the fucking green light I needed.
Reaching down, I picked up my blades and sprinted forward. My poppa rolled over, trying to get up, just as I arrived at his side. Then looking him right in the eyes, the flames roaring from within, I dropped to straddle his waist and sent my blades sinking into his flesh, strike after strike. And I fucking watched him. I fucking watched him like a hawk as he tried to cry out. I sank the sharp steel into his chest, his stomach, twisting and hacking at his flesh. I saw my mama’s face in my head as I cut up his chest. I saw him hitting her, her skin bleeding and bruised. I saw him screaming at Isaiah. Saw him putting him down beside me, in the dirt hole, and fucking leaving us there to die, as I ripped and snapped the tendons in his arms.
Viking forced my poppa’s arms down. Standing above him, I turned the blade in my hands, then sliced down his arm. “One,” I growled, seeing blood pour from his wound as he sucked in a sharp breath. I sliced again, “Two,” and hissed when his teeth gritted together at the pain. I sliced again and again and again, my cock hardening at the sight of every spray of blood that hit my face. “Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight. Nine. Ten…” I slowly counted. The cunt’s arms were ripped to shreds, blood flowing to the floor. Then, with my pulse slamming in my neck, I slashed the blade over his thigh, and roared, “Eleven!”
My old man sagged on the table, eyes dazed.
Then, fighting sickness, I moved in closer and asked, “Why the fuck did you rape me?”
My poppa froze on the table. I pressed my blade to his cheek, and repeated, “Why the fuck did you rape me?”
My blade pressed further into crepe-thin skin the longer he was silent. Then he suddenly said, “To rid your flesh completely of sin. To punish you for taking your mama away from me.”
I stayed still, my blade pushed into his cheek, then I moved back. He was a sick fuck whose time was up.
I looked to the back of the room. I pointed to the hatch and ordered, “Vike, drag him over there.”
I stormed forward, then came to a complete fucking stop. I stared at that fucking hatch and, as I did, I couldn’t move a damn inch. The wood was scratched and worn through years of use. The lock was rusted, but still tight.
“Fuck, man,” Viking said beside me. “What kinda fucked up shit did you go through down there? I’m already wanting to snap this pedo’s neck. This cellar shit’s gonna tip me over the edge. ”
Not answering, I closed my eyes and took a deep, calming breath. Bending down, I forced myself to unbolt the lock and ripped the fucking door open on a snarl, its old rotting wood easily coming off at the hinges.
The cellar’s familiar stagnant smell of blood and cum immediately hit my nose. I had to fight back from puking at the stench. Just as I was about to order Viking to throw my poppa in there, head first, a movement from below caught my eye.
My heart stilled in my chest, then set off like a fucking bat out of hell when I saw a pair of sunken dark eyes looking back up at me. I blinked, I was sure I was fucking seeing things, but then a pale face slowly emerged into the light. I launched back against the wall, chest panting in shock.
AK rushed to my side. “What the fuck’s wrong?” he asked. Viking dropped my old man’s cut, alcoholic body to the floor behind him, and joined us.
I shook my head, then said, “Someone’s in there... Someone’s fucking in there!”
Viking and AK moved to the hatch and looked down. My stomach dropped as Viking shouted, “Fuck! Fuck, man, there’s a fucking kid down here!”
I watched, fucking frozen against the wall as Viking and AK bent down. AK turned round. “Fuck, Flame. Get here now.”
I moved my legs, fighting back the dark memories of being fucked in that hole, when I glanced behind us… and my poppa wasn’t fucking there.
Pushing myself to my feet, I barked, “Where the fuck’s he gone?”
Then a scream came from outside. “Flame!”
Maddie…
NO!
“Fuck!” Viking spat. But I was already running to the door, my blood pumping like fucking rapids of fire. I flew out the door, only to see my poppa, with that fucking knife back in his hand, holding Maddie to his chest. And the fucking blade was at her throat.
A red mist came over my eyes, and I screamed, the noise ripping from my chest.
Maddie’s green eyes were wide and filled with water. And she was staring at me, she was fucking staring at me to help her.
“Let me the fuck go or I’ll slit the whore’s throat,” my poppa warned. My blood quickly cooled to ice.
I stood still and calmly said, “Let her go.”
Viking stepped beside me, and my poppa’s eyes darted between us. “Let me the fuck go, and you can have your whore back.”
“Flame,” Maddie whispered, her face paling to white.
I watched that blade pressed against her throat, the edge already touching the skin and I tossed my blades to the ground. “Fucking let her go,” I demanded, my voice like fucking thunder.
Then the cunt started walking to the side, heading down the dirt driveway. As my poppa moved to turn, he moved Maddie, briefly pushing her body to the side, opening himself right up. I was just about to launch forward to tackle the fucker to the ground, when AK stepped beside me, his 9mm held up in line with his eye. “Get ready to cut that sick fuck up real good,” he whispered.
A second later, AK sent a fucking bullet straight into the back of the cunt’s leg, and my old man dropped to the floor, blade slipping loose, femur shattered. Maddie fell to the side, her neck still under his arm. But she scurried free, crawling to safety.
And that was all the fucking green light I needed.
Reaching down, I picked up my blades and sprinted forward. My poppa rolled over, trying to get up, just as I arrived at his side. Then looking him right in the eyes, the flames roaring from within, I dropped to straddle his waist and sent my blades sinking into his flesh, strike after strike. And I fucking watched him. I fucking watched him like a hawk as he tried to cry out. I sank the sharp steel into his chest, his stomach, twisting and hacking at his flesh. I saw my mama’s face in my head as I cut up his chest. I saw him hitting her, her skin bleeding and bruised. I saw him screaming at Isaiah. Saw him putting him down beside me, in the dirt hole, and fucking leaving us there to die, as I ripped and snapped the tendons in his arms.
