The Psycho

 

The Psycho

Bruco

 

We’ve got a hostage to play with.

With my mask still on, I stretched my legs out, leaning back against the cold metal interior of the new van as Cappello swerved us through Antwerp’s tangled streets.

The van rumbled beneath me. The vibrations thrummed against my spine in a way that made my fingers twitch.

Meanwhile, Rabbit had his hands full with her—our new little prize. He was attempting to cuff her wrists behind her back, and she was slapping at his masked face.

Squirming.

Fighting.

Thrashing.

Like a fish on a hook.

Flopping.

Gasping.

Trying to bite him and refusing to accept that the world she knew was already gone.

I can’t wait to break her.

The van rocked, and Rabbit grunted, struggling to keep his grip on her as she thrashed in his arms.

Wild thing.

She slammed her elbow back, catching the side of his mask with a brutal crack. It was a hollow thud against the reinforced white metal.

I smirked. “She got you good, brother.”

Rabbit didn’t answer. But his mask? It tilted slightly, the pink glow in the eyes flared brighter.

In that moment, my darkness whispered to me, “When will we fuck her?”

The voice slithered through my skull.

Pressing.

Teasing.

Hungry.

I felt its presence in my spine, in the edge of my grin, and in the way my fingers flexed against my thighs. Sighing, I answered my darkness like I always did, ever since I was a kid. I parted my mind for it like a lover would spread their legs and then I sent out my thought.

We will fuck her soon.

My darkness purred in my ear, and its phantom breath dripped down my neck. “Good. Very good.”

I’m glad that you are pleased.

My darkness rumbled with pleasure, twisting deep into my bones and sinking into my veins. It was insatiable, always whispering to me, always demanding. It fed on agony, on submission, on the slow unraveling of a beautiful woman.

It yearned to break her apart until it was nothing more than a trembling, ruined thing.

“Mmmm.” My darkness hummed against my skull. “And. . .when will we kill her?”

I watched her fight against Rabbit’s grip and assessed the fire in her eyes and the way she refused to surrender. Refused to even calm down for a few seconds.

The other women always accepted defeat by now.

This one may never give up.

The sirens in the distance were already fading. I checked the window to see if any cars were around. None were there. I put my gaze back on our new prize. My cock twitched at the sight of her struggling, her chest rising and falling, her body a perfect contradiction of rage and fear.

Smiling, I spoke again to the darkness inside my head.

We will kill her soon, but we will not rush our time with her. We must enjoy the torture.

That thought alone made me shudder.

My darkness pulled back, satisfied for now, bending into the shadows of my thoughts like a well-fed beast. Yet, I could feel my darkness still watching, waiting, its bloodied claws dragging down the inside of my ribs.

I was eight years old, the first time I heard my darkness speak. It came when the blood did. And ever since, I’d been chasing the sound of that first scream.

I smiled, even though my ribs still ached from where she had hit me.

She’s got quite the fist on her.

I hadn’t expected that, but surprises made the game of life more fun. I lifted my view to Rabbit. “Do you need help?”

Although his mask covered his face, I knew he had glared at me. A deep mechanical voice left it. “Do I look like I need help, Bruco?”

“Why yes, Rabbit, you do.”

A dark groan left him as he flipped her to the side.

She panted between clenched teeth. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her thick thighs flexed as she fought against Rabbit’s grip some more.

I did my best to not laugh. “You’re out of practice. Usually, you would have had her cuffed by now.”

“She’s not like the others.” The eyes on Rabbit's mask glowed. “By the way, how are your ribs? You keep rubbing them like she got you really good.”

I frowned. “They’re just fine. It was nothing more than a tap.”

“I bet.”

My gaze dragged over her. I loved that look of fury in her eyes. It was the one before many broke.

My darkness spoke, “She isn’t scared enough yet.”

She will be.

I let out a low chuckle.

She punched Rabbit again, trying to get his neck, but connecting with his mask.

Now, the mask’s white surface had a fresh smudge of blood on the right cheek where she’d hit it—her blood, probably from a scrape on her knuckles.

Now you’ve done it.

Rabbit slowly turned his head toward her. That inhuman pink glow from his mask’s eyes burned into her skin.

She froze.

Come on, Rabbit. Let’s hurt her right here. I don’t want to wait.

I licked my lips.

Rabbit’s deep mechanical voice came out. “Are you done, love?”

To my shock, she hit him again. This time, her elbow slammed into the side of his mask with enough force to make Rabbit’s head jerk back. The sound of metal against bone boomed through the van.

For a second, Rabbit’s grip on her loosened.

I grinned.

Oh, she’s got some fire in her.

But then, his mask glitched. The pink glow in his fucked-up rabbit eyes flickered, pulsing erratically, like a machine resetting itself after a system overload. And then. . .his voice modulator shorted. Static came in short bursts. Then, a low, guttural distortion of inhuman warping and stretching sounded as he spoke. "You’ve been very disobedient. And I never forget disobedience. . .especially when it makes me this hard."

She widened her eyes in horror.

I held in my chuckle.

My darkness spoke, “What if he kills her before we get home?”

It would be her fault.

“But then we would not get to have any fun.”

Rabbit barely moved, but his mask twitched.

“I’m counting every hit.” His voice modulator glitched again, spitting out words like a corrupted recording. “And you will pay for each one. I was going to wait until later to deliver that torture, but would you like me to begin now, in front of everyone?”

Her breath hitched.

“Would you?” Rabbit inhaled. He was restraining himself.

She remained silent and still.

Then, his grip on her tightened again and his mask flickered one last time, and his voice steadied. “Hit me again, love. I dare you.”

Chess watched them.

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. She had no idea what kind of man had her in his grip.

The van rocked as Cappello took another sharp turn.

Rabbit leaned his head to the side. “Then, you’re done fighting for now?”

Her bottom lip quivered.

The van rocked as Rabbit finally yanked her wrists together. The loud click of the handcuffs filled the space between us.

She snarled, but didn’t fight him.

And Rabbit barely spared her a glance before he shoved her down to the space between us. Her knees smacked against the cold metal. The impact sent a delicious little grunt past her lips, one that made my cock throb with interest.

Mmm.

She twisted instantly, trying to sit up, but Rabbit wasn’t having it. One rough shove to her shoulder sent her sprawling forward. Her bound hands pressed against the floor as she gasped.

Her hoodie slipped off one shoulder. Her dreadlocks tumbled around her face in thick, twisting ropes.

I took in her body. All those thick, soft curves begged to be bruised.

Fuck, she looks good like that.

My darkness slithered within me. “So helpless.”

Not broken yet, but close enough to taste.

I leaned forward, rested my elbows on my knees, and watched her.

She refused to look at me.

Smart girl.

Rabbit exhaled, flexed his fingers, and then shifted back into his seat without another word. He was done with her. His part in this was over.

But mine?

Mine had just begun.

I clicked my tongue, watching the way her shoulders trembled, the way her breath hitched, the way she held herself so stiff, so goddamn stubborn.

"You can stop pretending," I murmured to her behind my mask. "You know how this ends, pet."

Her breath hissed through her nose. She didn’t look at me. She was shaking. But I didn’t think it was with fear. In fact, I was sure it was rage.

My darkness vibrated in pleasure. “Oh, I like her a lot.”

I dragged my hungry gaze over her body. She was soft, even though she could punch like a 300-pound muscular man. Beautiful, even in her defiance.

“And oh, how good she would look when that fire finally burned out.”

I agree.

I leaned in close. "Go on."

She swallowed.

"Keep fighting. Keep struggling. I want you to."

Her scent filled the space—adrenaline and fear, heat and something darker beneath it. She smelled like survival.

Wild and untamed.

I knew that smell well.

My cock twitched.

She slowly turned my way and met my gaze. Defiance and fury blazed in those eyes.

I grinned behind my mask.

God, she is beautiful.

Those full lips parted as she caught her breath.

She shivered. “You all don’t need me. Let me go.”

I tilted my head. “Need? No. But want? That’s an entirely different conversation, pet.”

She looked at Chess. “It would be smarter for all of you to let me go.”

Chess still sat across from me, and I badly wished his mask were off. I desperately wanted to know how pissed he was with us.

For now, the dim interior lights spilled over the obsidian-black surface of his mask, swallowing the glow and making him look less like a man and more like an absence. Like a hole in reality, some void stitched together into the shape of a human.

His silver eyes gleamed. The longer I stared, the more they seemed to shift, recalibrate, analyze.

My fingers twitched against my thigh with the urge to pull that mask off.

To see his real sculpted face underneath.

Would his lips part just a little?

Would his breath come faster if I leaned in?

Would he let me ruin him the way I’ve always wanted to?

Would he fight?

A growl rumbled in my throat, low enough that only I could hear it.

Chess tilted his head just slightly and then those silver cat’s eyes locked onto me. He knew I was watching.

He always knew.

That mask gave him too much power right now because I couldn’t read him.

But I could see that he had his fingers curled against his knees like he was fighting some ridiculous, self-inflicted moral dilemma he was letting chew him up from the inside.

When we were kids, Rabbit and I kept Chess clean. As clean as we could in a world built on blood. Chess didn’t get touched like we did. Not if we could help it. By then, Cappello had already lost his mind, so we didn’t want Chess to go insane too. Plus, Chess was too soft back then. Too wide-eyed.

Me and Rabbit?

We let them break us so he wouldn’t have to.

The least Chess could do now is let us have our moments of breaking others.

I frowned.

He will want us to let her go.

My darkness snickered, “Chess is always adorable.”

She continued to look at Chess. “Listen. Someone very dangerous has been looking for me, and if he thinks that you have me, then. . .you would be put in danger too.”

Rabbit just stared out of the window, unimpressed.

However, she had my attention.

Chess peered at her through those glowing silver eyes. “Who is he?”

“I. . .can’t tell you his name.”

Chess tapped those fingers against his knees. “Because you think we will give you to him.”

She pursed her lips.

Chess shook his head. “We won’t. Our giving you to this guy should be the least of your fears.”

My darkness twisted along my core. “He is going to try and help her escape like he always does.”

If he does, we will stop him like always too.

“But she is smarter than the others. She might get away.”

Trust me. She won’t. She’ll die too.

Good.

My gaze drifted from Chess to her, and lust ran thick and hot through my veins. Her thighs trembled. My cock pulsed. And then I made the mistake of looking back at Chess.

He was still watching her.

He wants her too. Badly. He’s never stared at an Alice for this long.

“Do you think he will join us in our fun? It’s always more fun when Chess helps.”

Hot desire rose within me.

My fingers clenched.

I hope so. We’ll just have to show him how delicious she can be.

And then I imagined it.

Her between Chess and me—soft and gasping—her mouth against Chess’s, her nails in my skin. Him holding her down, me ripping her apart, both of us wrecking her pussy together with our cocks until there was nothing left but sweat, whimpers, and the mess we made of her and each other.

Fucking hell.

The thought slammed into me so hard I had to stifle a groan, pressing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, grinding my molars together to keep the sound trapped.

Exhaling, I forced my focus back on her.

Once we get back to Wonderland, I’ll have my fun.

Cappello’s voice rang out. “We’re almost there.”

Chess turned to Rabbit. “We can leave her at the meeting point. There will be no cops. She has no idea who we are.”

The meeting spot was old St. Anna’s Tunnel—an abandoned place that Rabbit had transformed into one of our many headquarters. The 1930s wooden escalators burrowed deep down into the earth and led to a tunnel that stretched beneath the Scheldt River.

Long ago, the tunnel had been built to connect the newer parts of Antwerp with the older portion of the city. That would have allowed locals to not solely rely on ferry service alone.

However, World War II destroyed the tunnel.

Somehow Rabbit gained ownership of the tunnel’s private sections. This made it easy for us to go in and out of Antwerp without Interpol knowing.

Chess spoke again, “Rabbit, do you hear me?”

Rabbit remained silent.

I gazed at her and touched the leather pouch hanging around my neck.

Her bottom lip quivered. When she realized I was watching her again, she turned in another direction.

“She’s got pretty teeth too.”

She does.

I growled. “We must take her.”

Chess shook his head. “We don’t need to.”

“This is bullshit, Chess. We already have her.” I sneered. “You know the rules.”

She watched us, probably plotting some form of an escape.

I traced the outline of the pouch. The teeth inside shifted against my chest. I wished I were touching her full lips. While I loved the shape of them, it was the feel of them that I craved. They trembled in the most breathtaking way. I wished I could suck that bottom lip as it shivered. I wished I could be closer to her face as the terror rose in her eyes.

I wished I had my knife to cut those lips off and twist them between my fingers. The very thought triggered these intoxicating sensations to vibrate through me.

I almost reached out toward her face and touched those quivering lips lightly, teasing more dread out of her.

Chess’s voice filled the van. “We’re leaving her at the meeting spot.”

Sighing, I waited for Rabbit’s response. After my darkness, Rabbit was the only one I would listen to. I rubbed the tips of my fingers together.

Please. It’s been so long since we’ve had fun.

Rabbit turned to Chess. “We can’t leave her at the meeting point. If Interpol finds her at the ruined cars, they’ll have a head start on us.”

Ha!

My darkness shivered in amusement. “Perfect!”

Chess countered, “I planned for those surprises and have ways to make adjustments—”

“But you didn’t plan for this surprise.” Rabbit pointed to her.

“Rabbit, we don’t have to kill her—”

“No one said we were going to do anything just yet.” Rabbit looked back out the window. “You know the rules. First, we must vote on what we’ll do with her.”

“She is ours now.”

I nodded.

Ours to fuck.

Ours to break.

Ours to shatter into pieces.

Ours to cut.

I wanted to taste her blood. I craved that metallic scent filling my nostrils. Already my fingers yearned for the warm liquid to spill all over my fingers, over my cock.

Already, I was hard for her.

Already, I had wicked plans in my mind.

The moment I had her alone, I would twist her until she was nothing but a whimpering, broken mess. A mass of discarded flesh.

I bet those dreadlocks would look beautiful, slicked back with blood.