Redeeming Logan

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Taliah

M y mother throws profanities around like confetti, hoping they will break through to me. Praying that I will let her go, but I’m not done yet. Far from it. Tossing the bloody knife onto the metal tray, I head over towards Logan’s cabinet of horrors. He trails after me, unlocking it and swinging the doors open.

“What are you thinking, Little Monster?” His smooth whisper teases the hair against my neck.

“I hate her, but not enough to rip her to pieces. Have you ever hated someone so much you want them dead, but you don’t care how it happens? I just want her gone, Logan. My dad is the worst evil of the two of them.” Logan’s hand drifts across my cheek, rubbing against my bottom lip as I speak. His slow nod is enough for me to know that he understands where I’m coming from. He snags a syringe from the top shelf and a bottle of amber liquid.

“This should do the trick. Fill the syringe and inject it into a vein and she’ll be foaming at the mouth in seconds.” His sinister smile brings a smile of my own to my face. He grabs my face in a tight grip, tilting it up, and smashing his lips against mine. I kiss him back with the same ferocity until I’m breathless and the familiar tingle starts between my thighs.

Striding towards my mother, the syringe and bottle tightly in my grip, I stop just next to her head so she can watch me every step of the way. Uncapping the bottle, I stick the syringe inside, filling it to the very top before withdrawing it. The amber liquid inside is thick, and the scent that waffs from the bottle smells like piss. I look down at my mother, and her eyes are as big as saucers, watching me as I lean down towards the bright blue vein in her arm.

“If you love drugs so much, then I know you will absolutely adore this mommy.” Sticking the needle into her vein, she lets out a small gasp as I depress the plunger. Watching as the amber slowly injects into her bloodstream. The twitching starts at her fingers before the vial is even empty. Once I pull away, the shivers start at her legs, crawling like insects up towards her neck. Her pupils are blown, her eyes almost black, as her body starts to seize. A laugh escapes my throat as she starts to foam from her mouth, her back arching off of the table, until she’s suddenly completely still. The death rattle floating through her chest until she’s just a pile of skin and bones.

My father’s screams and tears ring through the room as he mourns the sudden death of his wife. Before I can back away from my mother's side, Logan’s fingers are twisted into the crown of my skull, wrenching my head back, as he claims my mouth with his own. His lips are rough against mine, his tongue fighting my own for space inside of my mouth. His other hand grips my head in a tight grip, stealing every molecule of air from my lungs.

“That was hot as fuck, Taliah.” He growls into my ear after he pulls away from my mouth, finally allowing a gasp of air through my lips. He runs his lips down my throat, his tongue warm as it slides against my damp, sweaty skin. “What do you have in store for dear old dad, baby?”

“It’s a surprise.” I say in a whisper of a breath. Steeling my resolve, I peck Logan on the cheek as I gently push him away. “You can kiss me all you want once we are the only two breathing people in this room.” He watches my hips sway as I walk towards my father, fingering his greasy gray hair as I go.

His dirty gnat face is streaked with tears, hiccups jumping up his throat with his hysterics. Leaning over towards the tray next to his shaking body, I finger the tools there, landing on the weird pear shaped device, grasping it in my fingers. Logan smirks at me from across the room. He makes his way to the right side of my father's legs as I stand opposite him. Staring deep into my eyes, he grabs ahold of both of my father's knees and pushes them out, away from his body. The sharp crack and scream that rushes through the room brings shivers down through my body, starting at my toes and leading towards my head. My nipples strain against my shirt, inspecting my father's legs at odd angles, his ankles and knees now dislocated enough for me to see his dirty hole. Logan gives me a reassuring nod, directing me to reach between my father's hairy cheeks and position the pear of anguish at his anus. As soon as the pointed metal tip touches his grimy skin, my father's shrieks become louder and more unhinged, desperately trying to wiggle away from the intrusion.

His wild eyes find mine, and I hold his gaze as I thrust the object all the way inside his ass. The blood curdling scream that leaves his body has me worried he’s going to ruin all of my fun by passing out. But I’m delighted when he stays awake, his head swaying as he tries to stay coherent.

“Taliah, baby, please. You don’t have to do this. Remember all those nights we cuddled in bed together? You loved those nights as much as I did, baby.” His watery eyes find my gaze as he speaks through hiccups, his nasally voice grating on my nerves. He continues on with garbled pleas of how much I loved him touching me in the middle of the night. While he wastes his last breath, I stride to the open cabinet and grab the one thing I was eyeballing earlier. It’s heavy in my hands as I carry it over to the table; my father's wails grow louder when he sees what's in my hands. “N-no no no, please, baby!” I look up at Logan, nodding at my father's chubby flaccid dick laying across his hip. Logan's breath stutters, and he hesitates before reaching out to grip the squishy appendage, holding it pointing to the ceiling.

“You fucking owe me for this, Taliah, and you better not miss.” Logan’s voice is edged with darkness, but he stands there holding my father's dick all the same.

Hoisting the heavy nail gun up, finding the exit point and placing it right over the tip of my fathers dick. My skinny arms shake from the heavyweight, Logan notices and his other hand comes up to the handle to help stabilize the machine for me. My finger finds the trigger and pulls it, once, twice, three times. Logan’s hand fell away as soon as I pulled the trigger, metal nails shooting out from the machine and piercing my fathers dick. The blood that spurts from his pulverized organ is so mesmerizing that I drop the nail gun to the floor with a clatter. My father’s screams are no longer ringing through the room, which makes me frown until I remember the device that’s lodged in his ass. I lean over and grasp the knob between his cheeks, twist it until my father's eyes fly open with a screech. I try to yank the device from his ass, like Logan told me, but it doesn’t budge. My noodle arms failed me on this, but my disappointment isn’t felt for too long, because Logan’s hand is snaking past mine and gripping the base and ripping it free. The muscles in his arms bulge as he tears it free from my father's ass, skin and blood trailing after it. The gruesome scene has wetness pooling between my thighs. Peeking up at my father his eyes are open and he is staring at the ceiling blankly, his chest no longer moving.

“Bye daddy, I’ll see you in hell.”