“Just in time,” West said, “help me with these two.”
“Where’s Frankie?” I asked as Prescott came over to us. “And what did you do?” I pointed at his face.
“He’s keeping an eye on Stuart. We ran into some trouble on the way, a couple of guards who were still awake.” He grinned, blood-lust written all over his face. “Don’t worry, they aren’t breathing any longer.”
Prescott and West lifted up Gendry and Moira. West waved at me to lead the way. We retraced our steps to the staff wing. I noticed the two guards were no longer in the lobby.
“Did you move those two?” I asked Prescott.
“Yeah, we took them to the big dormitory bedroom you said the guards stayed in.”
I nodded as we walked up the stairs and got to Gendry’s bedroom. Before the boys could put them down, I dragged a chair into the middle of the room.
“Put him here. Do you have any rope or something to secure him with?”
“Why?” West asked, depositing the man down in the chair.
“I’m going to wake him up. I would rather he be witness to his own demise.”
“What about this one?” Prescott asked.
“Put her on the bed. He can watch me kill her.”
Prescott did as I asked, looking over at West with a raised eyebrow as if he wasn’t expecting me to be quite this ruthless. Well, those two were in for quite the experience. He pulled out a couple of cable ties from his pockets and squatted behind Gendry, securing his arms for me. It would have to do.
I went into his bathroom and poured a glass of water before coming back out. Then I threw it in Gendry’s face.
“Wakey, wakey,” I shouted at him, slapping him across the cheek.
He jerked into consciousness, spluttering and blinking. It took him a minute to recover from being drugged. Then he stared at me with wide eyes when he realised we’d secured him to the chair.
“Scarlett?”
“Yeah, it’s me. And before you ask, no, I’m not answering any of your fucking questions.”
I slapped his face again for good measure before walking away towards Moira.
“You see, Gendry, we’re here to kill you. But first, I’m going to gut this bitch.”
“W-w-what?”
West came over and handed me his knife, giving me a smile before he stepped back with Prescott. I’d told them all before we came here I wanted to be in on the murder. I didn’t want them to stop me from taking lives.
Before Gendry could say another word, I stabbed Moira in the guts and twisted the knife, tearing it through her flesh. She would bleed out all over the fucking bed, but I no longer cared. My gloved hand was covered in blood as I turned around. Gendry looked white as a fucking sheet when I approached him again.
“She called me a dirty little whore and made me feel like shit. You, on the other hand, tried to force yourself on me. Don’t think I’ve forgotten. You’re fucking lucky Stuart didn’t want me sullied or no doubt that cunt Alex wouldn’t have pulled you off me.”
His bottom lip trembled as I looked down at where his dick was still hanging out.
“Do you know he’s dead now? I bashed his fucking head in. But what you deserve… well, that’s so much worse.”
I didn’t want to touch him like this, but my disgust with this man made me do it. Reaching down, I grabbed a hold of his dick and then I was sawing through the flesh with West’s knife. The horrific screams emitting from Gendry’s mouth were ignored. When I severed his dick from his body, I smiled at him before shoving the limp organ in his wide open mouth.
“That’s it, take it like a good fucking boy.”
He choked and tried to spit it out, but I refused to let him. Whilst I held his dick in his mouth, I stabbed him between his ribs right where West had explained to me the heart was. I did it again for good measure before stepping back and watching him choke on his own dick whilst he bled out.
“Well, remind me never to get on your bad side,” Prescott said from next to me.
I looked up at him with a smile.
“He deserved it.”
He leant down and kissed my forehead.
“He more than deserved it.”
I turned to West, noting the way his amber eyes gleamed with violence.
“I think that’s everyone… we should meet up with Frankie.”
West gave me a nod before he strode over to Gendry, hauled him off the chair and threw him on the bed on top of Moira, not giving a shit about how he was placed. I put the chair back where it should be by his desk and washed my bloodied gloves off in the bathroom.