Ghost

23 - "Please Don't Become Like Him."

☡☡!!WARNING!!☡☡
This chapter is not for the faint of heart, it will probably gross you out and make you cringe.
YOU'VE BEEN WARNED.

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- Oliver's POV -

At this point, I'm tired of holding back. I want to let go and let my demons have him. Then again, they will end up going to far and killing him and I want him alive for a little while. I'm in the car driving to the house and the closer I get, the more my blood runs hot. My demons grow more restless. I know exactly what I want to do to him. He will feel her pain and more.

I pull into the driveway and my skin tingles so much it itches. Immediately my mind goes to Aurora, but I can't. She has to wait. I know she's safe inside with Archie. Whispers in my ear said... "The pit... give us blood!" I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I am in control. He is mine to play with. A small victory of not hearing any back talk from them, I made my way down to the pit.

- The Pit -

Approaching the doors I stop when I hear Griffin's voice boom off the walls. Pent up anger and years of suffering and pain dripped from his words.

"You're a sick fucked up pervert!" He shouted.

"Now that I think about it Griffin, maybe I'll give your sister a little parting gift, when I take her from you. How about, your raped, beaten and dismembered bloody corpses! I'll even take a picture and frame it for her." He laughed. I hear the contact of a fist hitting bone and I open the door. Griffin's fist soon made another connection to Michael's face.

"Griffin." I growl loudly and he snapped his attention to me. I nodded sharply to the left, telling him to back off. "You will have your turn." I patted him slightly rough on the cheek. I turn on my heels and face Michael. This long awaited moment of having him within my grasp to mame and dismember at my leisure and to my hearts content. I close my eyes and tilt my head back, taking in the scents and sounds around me. I smell the blood from his bullet wounds and hear the crackle of the fire. My already hot skin now boiling being next to its heat.

"You seem pretty happy with yourself." He spit. I open my eyes and slowly roll my head back to meet his gaze.

"Ethan." I called out calmly.

"Yes boss?" He replied.

"Wire him to the post." I ordered and watched as he squirmed and fought against them. They grabbed barbed wire and wrapped it around his wrists. Blood coating the rust like new paint. Now hugging the post, they bound his hands together so he couldn't move.

"You know Michael..." I began walking circles around him. "I've been thinking about this moment for a long time and you're right. I am more than happy to smell the blood leaving your body and drip onto my floor. I am more than happy to see you tied to that post, awaiting your first of many different ways you will experience your suffering down here and, I am more than happy to give two brothers and their sister, justice for all the pain you've caused them over the years." I took out my knife and put it to his forearm. Gently applying pressure, I ran the blade vertically down his arm. The cut wasn't deep but it was enough to make the blood flow at a pace that satisfied my demons.

"Is that what this is?" He laughed. "A punishment?" He laughed even harder.

"This is justice for Aurora!" Max shouted. Michael just continued laughing.

"So what, you cut me a few times so I learn my lesson?" His creepy smile soon turned serious. "You better hope I don't get free. If I do, all of you will be begging for death. Then when I get my hands on that little slut you're hiding in the house, I will break her.... in more ways than one." His laugh was cold and empty. I smiled at him and his laughter soon turned into confusion. "What the hell are you smiling about?" My smile got bigger.