Trevor POV

Marti actually puked because of what he saw. I can't blame him, I almost puked myself when I walked downstairs and saw Josh was actually eating her. Makes me feel a bit sick just thinking about it now but my love ordered me to beat Josh to death, so I'm going to make the most out of it.

I grabbed a cigarette from my pocket and lit it as I opened the door. I walked down the steps slowly and winced slightly at hearing the gushing sounds still going on.

How hungry was this guy exactly? He's still doing it even after we left the room. How long has he been eating her? When did she die?

I walked up to Josh as he had her bloody flesh in both of his hands. He looked up at me in anger as I was taking puffs, looking down at him in disgust.

"As if you wouldn't have done the same Trevor," he snarled at me.

"I wouldn't have, I would've starved to death before eating someone," I snapped at him. "It's a wasted effort for survival though Josh, I've been ordered to kill you."

"Oh so you listen to your little boyfriend now? I remembered back then when you only listened to yourself," Josh chuckled, "you really have gone soft."

Soft? He really thinks calling me that will somehow change my mind and let him live? Josh only worked with us a few times back then when I bought from him. I know he remembers I used to have Marti tied to my belt.

But I haven't gone soft. Nowhere near it.

"You wish I was soft," I stated as I walked over to a baseball bat with nails imbedded in the wood. "Say goodnight," I said as I started bashing his face in with the baseball bat.

My heart was blushing and my blood turned hot. I loved seeing his pathetic face be crushed in an oozing with blood from my hand.

It always makes me feel powerful for some pathetic worm to die at my hands however I please.

I am powerful.

"F-" he got out as I kept smacking his head as hard as I could. I kicked him over to he was laying on the ground and started slamming the bat into his stomach, causing it to gush out and split open. I threw the cigarette at his stomach and watched it burn into his flesh, being put out by the blood flooding over it. "Y-You're weak... Trevor," he choked out.

"I am not!" I yelled at him and continued doing this all over until he finally stopped moving, his chest was still moving slowly, trying to catch his breath. I gave him a hard kick in the nose with my steel toe boot and blood splattered out of his torn face.

"Absolutely disgusting," I said as I dropped the bat, letting it slide across the bloody floor and went over to the wall again, I pulled off a crowbar and started smacking it against his neck, breaking it almost instantly. I stopped and looked down at him again, he finally stopped moving.

I grabbed a small mirror off the table and pressed it under his nose, no fog. He finally stopped breathing.

I unchained him and tied his hands and feet together with duct tape and started dragging him up the stairs, leaving a trail of blood behind me as I dragged him through the house to the backyard.

Thank god I dug a grave for this earlier, if I had to do it now I'd be royally pissed off.

I threw his limp body into the deep hole and started putting some dirt over him, enough to cover his body from sight. I sighed as I walked back into the house and unchained the masseuse and dragged her by her hair outside as well, leaving more blood in the house. I threw her body into the same hole and started putting dirt on top.

I rubbed my sweaty forehead as I finally finished filling up 6 feet of dirt. I huffed slightly as I looked up at our bedroom window. The bathroom light was still on.

I better go check on him, he might be passed out in the tub right now.

I stopped in my tracks and looked back at the grave.

Have I really gone soft? I couldn't have. I'm only soft for Marti, it's not like I felt bad for the masseuse.

Maybe I did, I don't think anyone deserves to be eaten alive. If she was already dead I wouldn't feel as guilty but I knew she was alive because her organs were still moving. Her heart was still beating.

I can't go soft. Not even for Marti.

No. I can, I love him... but I can't be weak.

I can't go soft.

I have to regain my coldness no matter what, even if I do have to hurt Marti to regain my strength.

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Marti POV

I finally stepped out of the bath tub, wrapping a towel around my waist and looked at myself in the mirror. The dark circles under my eyes seemingly got bigger and my face felt heavy.

"Marti," Trevor sung out in a psychotic voice. My blood ran cold at hearing his tone. My hair stood up on the back of my neck.

That's the type of voice he used back then. What's he planning? What's wrong with him right now?

I slowly turned my head to see him with some rope in his hand. I gulped as I looked at him. "Y-Yes Trevor?" I asked, trying to seem normal.

"Come here my sweet," He said and held up a finger, beckoning me towards him.

"S-Sure," I said and stepped towards him cautiously.

His aura feels malicious right now, like he's about to pounce on me at any moment and rip my throat out.

"I want to play a game," he said with an evil smirk and grabbed my chin, pulling me towards him. I put my hands on his chest and looked into his eyes.

"W-What kind of game, my love?" I asked nervously.

He got close to my ear and pecked it. "A game that we can both enjoy," he whispered into my ear.

"Oh, alright," I said, my heart started pumping.

I yelled out as he slammed me against the wall, making me hit my head against the tile and letting out a pathetic pained cry. He tied my wrists together in the front, wrapping the rope around more than ten times and yanked me with him down the stairs. "Trevor," I whimpered out.

My eyes widened at seeing the blood all over the floor as we walked past the basement and to his BDSM room. He shoved me into the chair and locked the door behind him.

He turned to me slowly with his head cocked, "Marti, answer me honestly okay?"

"Y-Yes sir," I said while nodding my head frantically.

"Have I gone soft?" He asked while picking up a riding crop, and placing his commanders hat on his head.

"N-No y-you're just as terrifying as ever," I stuttered out as I looked him up and down with my face beginning to redden.

I can't help but blush at the sight of him, he's basically trained me to enjoy his torment.

"Are you sure?" He asked and smacked it against his hand.

"Y-Yes I'm sure," I said quickly.

He stepped towards me slowly and squatted in front of me, and looked into my eyes for a few seconds before cocking his head. The look in his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"You better not be lying to me, you know I hate when someone lies to me," he said softly as he ran the crop down my face.

My eyes began to water slightly, "I-I'm not lying," I whimpered out.

He grabbed my throat and started squeezing until my face was becoming red. I started coughing out and pulled at his arm, he was too strong for me to pull him back. He let go of my throat, causing me to heave in a harsh breath.

He stood back up and walked behind me, gripped my hair and pulled my head back. He placed the crop over my neck and ran it down my chest. "Josh seemed to think I went soft," he said.

"Josh is a disgusting pig, you can't believe what he says when he's desperate," I winced out.

"I'm aware of that, but," he said and pulled the crop against my neck, pulling me back in the chair. "What if he was right?" He whispered in my ear.

"H-he's wrong," I choked out.

"Not like I can ask him now, he's buried in the yard, six feet under," Trevor chuckled, "kind of like your parents."

My heart sank. I felt myself become numb and started sobbing out in agony.

How could he say that to me? Was he just pretending to care about me this entire time? Was he waiting to use that against me at some point?

"Now Marti," he started as he walked back around me, "you say you don't blame me for your parents death, however," he said as he sat on my lap and grabbed my face and pulled my head up to look at him, "that's not what your face said when you first learned of your parents death."

"I-I'm sorry!" I yelled out and he started squeezing my face in his hands.

"Are you really?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes!" I sobbed out and began shaking in fear.

"I don't believe you," he said and got off my lap, letting go of my face that was pounding from pain.

"W-What are you going to do to me?" I asked with a slight sniffle.

"I'm going to play with you, until you pass out," he said as he walked behind me towards the wall. "Stand up," he ordered. I shakily stood on my feet and turned towards him slowly, "Simon didn't tell you to turn around," he said with a smirk and smacked me with a bull whip on my side. Hitting my arm and part of my stomach. I yelled out and stared shaking more.

I turned my back towards him and he lashed into my back over and over as I was yelling out at each hit. I finally felt to my knees after the tenth whip. He stomped towards me and gripped my hair as he yanked me up to him.

Forcing me to look into his cold dead eyes, "do you love me?" He asked.

"I-I love you..." I whimpered out.

He looked between my eyes for a few seconds before he threw me onto the ground and stepped on my head, grinding his shoe into my ear, "do you?!" He shouted at me.

"I do!" I cried out and gripped the rope on my wrists.

"Then why did you look at Jackson while we were leaving the funeral?!" He shouted and pulled me back up and placed me onto the wooden cross.

"I was just..." I panted out, "surprised he came..."

"Were you thinking of maybe visiting him?" Trevor snarled in my face.

"I-" I started.

"Don't you dare lie to me," he seethed.

"I was... I know Jackson ca-can keep a secret," I stuttered out.

He punched me in the gut, making me topple over onto him, he held onto me as he rubbed my back gently with his gloved fingers, "you're not allowed to see him," he whispered to me.

"W-why not?" I asked with a slight whimper.

"Because you belong to me."