Deserving Punishment
Osprey
I paced back and forth in front of the bed where I put Gerald after I finished removing his skin. The solution the vines had injected him with to keep him from dying was quickly wearing off, leading to blood oozing out of his still exposed muscles and tissue. He didn’t deserve to still be alive but it was what all the important females in life wanted. And when it came to Scarlett, I would always give her what she wanted.
I kicked the bed before stomping across the room to sit down. I was tired of waiting. His skin was growing back entirely too slowly which put a damper on how much I wanted to hurt him. I would give him 12 more hours to heal, or wake up, before I started peeling his skin off all over again. Elena had been watching our interactions through my eyes, claiming that if she couldn’t be here herself, she wanted to at least watch.
I was grateful that she was following my orders without fighting against me too much. She wanted to hurt him too, maybe even more than I did, but I couldn’t allow her to be present. If she was, then their backup plan might not be usable. If I failed to keep him in line, Elena and Beanie would do it. But not if I failed and Gerald went after them. I hadn’t fully believed Giselda when she said he was going feral but after spending some time with him, I knew he wasn’t going feral. He was already there.
Everyone knew that lineage only mattered when it came to sleuths and packs. Once one of our kind went feral or rogue, they ceased to be under our control, which is what made them so dangerous. Without control over them, they were free to wreak havoc on the world. It was also why it took so many alphas to bring them down. They were only taken down by brute force, not auras.
“AAAHHHHH!”
Gerald’s scream of agony snapped me back to the present. I narrowed my eyes on him while I pulled my lips back in a silent snarl.
“You’re awake.” He screamed again and I chuckled as I stood up. “That’s fine. I’ve been waiting for you.”
I stalked over to the bed, relishing in each and every scream that came from him. I bent down to scoop up the four containers of salt and two bottles of bleach to place it on the bedside table next to him. I grinned at him as I used a shifted nail to open a container of salt. He fell silent as he eyed the container in my hands.
“So, while you were sleeping, I decided that it wasn’t enough to skin you alive. I thought you might need more than one lesson about what I would do to you if you ever hurt Scarlett or Annie again. Oh, and let's not forget the woman that loves you simply because you are her mate.” I poured a handful of salt into my hands, chuckling again when he let out a hiss of pain when some fell on him, obviously causing him pain. I paused before putting more on him. “I much rather when you scream. So feel free.”
I turned my hand upside down onto his arm, purposely driving the salt deeper into his exposed muscles. Gerald’s body bucked wildly but he didn’t make a sound, making me smirk at him.
“Oh, we’re brave now?” I taunted him. “You should have had that same mentality when it came to making me hurt my mate. You should have come to me and told me straight up that you were pissed I got in your way.” I upended the container of salt on his body before rubbing it into his tissue, and making him scream again. “Me on the other hand, I don’t care about telling you how pissed off I am with you.”
I reached over to pick up another container of salt before throwing some into his face, laughing when he let out a pain-filled cry. I moved down his body, rubbing salt in every last centimeter of exposed tissue to cause the most pain I could before moving on to the bleach. I hummed softly as I unscrewed the top of the bleach. I smiled widely at him as I held it up.
“Try not to pass out on me. This might hurt a tad.”
He froze in his thrashings to narrow his eyes on me. “I’m going to kill you!” He threatened.
I threw my head back to laugh before punching him in the face and dumping the entire bottle of bleach on him. He started thrashing around wildly again, almost dislodging his restraints from the headboard. His screams shook the walls and I rolled my eyes as I moved to lean against the wall with my ankles and arms crossed while I watched him.
“Go ahead, little ‘brother,’ keep screaming. I’m enjoying this.”
And I was. This little fucker had almost cost me my mate and sister. He was lucky that he was even breathing. When he finally passed out again, I grunted.
“Coward,” I mumbled as I walked over to the bed to hit again.
“Osprey, I know that you are angry,” a soft voice called from the doorway. “I get it. I’m angry too. Annaria is my Goddess given daughter as much as she is your mother’s. But this is not the way to handle this. Annaria is not a violent spirit. She would not want you to do this to him. No matter what he did. Neither would Scarlett.”
I sighed as I looked at Vine Keeper Annaria. “He deserves worse than this.”
“That may be so, son, but that is not up to you or me to decide. When he dies, the Goddess will extract her punishment. She will punish him more than you or even I can.”
“He almost–”
“Had you kill Scarlett. I am aware. You are now unaffected by his aura while he is affected by yours. What else do you want from me?” She asked.
“I want a way to reverse his feral status. I want my brother back. I want to go back in time to before he left for college and started sleeping with Annie. I want to go back and erase the last few weeks for all of us. I want to forget that I aura’ed him to hurt her. Can you do that?” I asked angrily.
She smiled sadly as she shook her head. “Not entirely. I can make you all forget and I can help with his turning feral, but it wouldn’t be a good idea to do both.”
“Why?” I inquired curiously.
“Because if I erase the memory, and he started to go feral again, you wouldn’t recognize the signs and things would get bad again. But if I were to reverse his being feral and let you guys remember, it would help you be able to keep track of what he was doing. So, what’s it going to be? Do you want to forget or do you want to remember?”