Chapter 137 137 Stop Talking

Chapter 137 Chapter 137 Stop Talking

"Stop talking."

"Monica pleas–"

Suddenly her voice thundered; "I SAID STOP TALKING!"

Her twirling blade shifted sideways, right at the base of his cock. A rich slicing sound rippled through the air as the sharp edge of the steel sank into his flesh. The force of her swing sent the curved dagger right through the circumference of his tube- slicing through the flesh, ripping the veins, dismembering his urethra, and emerging from the other end in a rage of dark red blood.

Nexus winced.

Monica sighed.

And Paul, after a silent moment of shock- screamed his voice into the night!

The whole of his eyes bulged unhealthily as the curved hairy meat fell to the earth. From the stub of the nasty gash, a fountain of blood spurted out generously- expelling jets of rich dark liquid from the open wound.

The chilling cry of the young man rang out into the stillness of the open air- shattering the calmness of the night and completely rupturing the quietness in the terrain.

Face puffed red, long hair dangling upside down, Paul's naked body convulsed wildly as he roared his lungs out.

"NO. . .NO. . .NO, FUCK NO!!" he roared;

"My dick! My dick! Oh my–"

Raw excruciating pain immediately replaced the shock. He jerked and jerked, feeling the? torment of the harrowing pain of a freshly severed flesh. The pain rippled through him in agonizing waves. He shut his eyes firmly, enveloping himself in a blanket of darkness as he cursed with his whole body thrashing violently;

"I'M GOIN' TO FUCKIN' KILL YOU BITCH!" he spat; "I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP REALLY BAD! YOU CUNT! BITCH WHOREEE!!"

Monica stepped back to watch him scream.

Nexus, standing adjacent to her, watched her as she watched the naked man screaming upside down. The corners of her eyes were widened- in perverse joy. Her head was cocked to the right, slightly angled as she watched him swinging in the pool of his own blood.

Clearly, Nexus clearly saw her lips trembling in wanton excitement. A rush- similar to a climax rippled across her entire face. When the blood from from Paul's open wound sprayed on his face, she moaned a little as he cursed into the air and jerked his whole body like a wild bull.

His hands were still bound behind him, and his feet was strung up to a low hanging branch. Still naked and dripping blood, he looked very much like a pale hairy rabbit that had been strung up in preparation to be barbecued.

Across Monica's face, the signs of a diminishing orgasm began to appear. Color began to return to her cheeks. Her bare breasts swelled in front of her intentional breaths streamed in and out of her lungs. Her eyes flickered back to life, and the dreamlike gaze disappeared from her face.

"–YOU BLOODY WHORE!"

He screamed at her;

"You'd better kill me now, because I'm goin' to hunt you down! ALL OF YOU!"

Monica dragged her feet, inching towards him with a blank expression on her face, and holding the blade out.

Paul's pale face turned even whiter. His tone immediately took a deep dive;

"Okay now, hold on a bit Monica, let's talk about this," he eyed the dagger in her hand; ". . .don't do anything rash. . ."

"Rash?" she mumbled; "Don't do anything rash? You're still telling me what to do?"

Uh-oh, Nexus thought.

"Haven't you learned anything yet?" she asked icily as she stood before him in her birth day nakedness; "You really are incorrigibly dense aren't you?"

All the color drained from his face. With the ropes screaming against his arms, he began to tremble violently;

"Wait a damn minute Monica, can't you see! if you kill me now, this will never end here, my family will come after you and everyone you care about!"

Clutching the dagger tightly, and with her long slender legs parted, Monica paused-

"You might be right on that count. . .but it was YOU who brought a gang of men to rape me. . .it was still YOU that dared to put your filthy cock on me. . .no one else. . ."

She spat the last word;

". . .it was YOU,"

Hearing the death sentence in her voice, Paul grimaced. His mouth ran dry immediately as he made one more attempt;

"Monica listen to–"

slash!!

A dash of glinting metal streaked under the tree. Paul gasped. He gasped again. Eyes running amuck, he tried to speak- but he could not. He coughed, and his upper body jerked violently. From his mouth came a dense volume of thick blood.

Eyes running amuck, and as a sinking feeling of hopelessness crept across his face, Paul realized his throat had been slashed. His face contorted in confusion just as his whole body began to convulse. The instinct to reach out and touch his throat, screamed at him- but his hands were bound behind him.

Under the tree, with the moonlight filtering through the canopy of leaves overhead, Paul's naked body jerked aggressively. His eyes were twisted in shock- as if he couldn't believe this was happening. In the silence of the night, life seeped out of his body, pouring from his throat, and slipping onto the ground.

Till, he stopped moving entirely.

With his tongue out, and his eyes open in shock, Paul hung there like a goat.

Trying his best not to judge, Nexus turned his gaze away from the corpse, and rested it on Monica.

The Russell girl was still naked. He watched as her shoulders slumped from the tense position they were before. She looked at the bleeding corpse until she began to feel like her old self again.

Her head turned on her neck- eastwards, towards the pile of clothes she had picked up from the cave. With a calm relaxed stride, she waltzed towards it in silence.

As she bent low to pick them up, under the light of the crescent moon, the full scope of her round ass came into Nexus' sight. Her pussy lips screamed out from between her thighs- causing Nexus to heave uncomfortably.

Quickly, in one fluid motion, he spun around on his heels- keeping his back to her, and giving her her privacy.

Behind him, he heard the sound of rustling of clothes, and the shuffling of her feet along the grass. The familiar stretching sound of velvet stretching against skin rang with a soft echo. Then he heard her hop on her feet- and knew she was dorning her red boots.

In the silence, Nexus' thoughts echoed from within him.

Monica was a phenomenal woman.

He had known it right from the jump.

So, even now, after witnessing her torture, kill and, carve out another man's crotch, he couldn't bring himself to think of her as cruel. In fact, it was quite the opposite!

She had stood her ground- unwavering, and unflinching. She had taken matters into her own hands, and handled her business without going berserk or having a hysteric fit.

Nexus reminded himself that this was a continent that was hostile to women. He sighed inwardly when he realized that he had seen it twice now- a bunch of grown men trying to take advantage two different women.