Chapter 10

Troy

The rubber mallet was perfect for Quinn. It caused Gary’s fingers to break, but there wasn’t a lot of blood. The first time she brought the hammer down, it didn't cause him much pain, and the damage was minimal. “Try hitting him a little harder,” I said.

She grasped the blunt tool with both hands, held it high above her head, and brought it down with all her might. The cry tearing from Gary’s chest shook the roof. I inspected his rapidly swelling left hand. His fingers were quickly going from pink to a satisfying bluish-black. “Good job,” I praised her.

I was so fucking hard, and my penis bent at an awkward, painful angle that made it difficult to think. I stepped away, back into the gloom, and undid my jeans, reaching inside my boxer briefs to adjust my erection before zipping up again. “Does…does violence turn you on?” Quinn asked behind me, a little uncertain still, but braver now.

“Watching you does,” I said, sticking to my new honesty above all else rule. “If it were just