Chapter 24:

A/N: Do not read unless you like sadistic stuff . . . this is dark so be warned!

A loud thump rang out through the derelict old barn as Bo threw Meredith into a chair. Katrina helped him chain her down, laughing at Meredith's tears.

"What are you going to do?" Katrina asked once the terrified girl was secure.

"Kitty Kat, how'd you like a little tutoring session?" Bo asked.

"In what?"

He went over to a broken cabinet and pulled out a toolbox. Katrina peered inside to see a wide variety of tools, all encrusted with rust and blood.

"What's all this?" Katrina asked.

"My toys, darlin'."

Katrina felt a shudder of fear crawl up her spine, the same kind she felt when she had watched Bo torture Grumpy. She forced herself to remain impassive.

"I've been doin' this for a while," Bo said with a grin. "It's fun. Relieves tension and all that shit."

"So why doesn't Vincent know?"

"Vincent's a killer, but he's no torturer. He'd be pissed 'cause I'm wastin' valuable art opportunities."

"Why are you showing me then?"

Bo scrutinized her for a moment. "'Cause you got potential. You'll appreciate what I've learned."

She turned away, a feeling of something she couldn't place welling up inside her. Her body jumped a little as she felt his hands on her shoulders.

"Why do you fight it?" Bo asked, his mouth close to her ear.

"Fight what?"

"What you want to do." He turned her around slowly, a mad little grin on his face. "You want to slice that girl up. You want to carve your initials into her skin and see the blood drip onto the floor. You want to hear her screaming. Give into it, Kitty Kat. You already enjoy killing, darlin'. Now enjoy what leads up to it. You liked doin' it to your dad." His fingers ran down her bare arms to grasp her cold fingers.

Bo pulled her over to Meredith, pressing his knife into her hand. He turned her to face the crying young woman and his fingers traced back up her arm, leaving gooseflesh behind it. His mouth touched her ear. "I'll tell you what to do . . ."

Katrina's breath came slow and heavy, her heart beat wildly as her fingers grasped the knife's hilt. Bo's lips stayed close by her ear, whispering orders. Her hand rose of its own accord and began to cut Meredith's skin where Bo told her.

The screams that came out of the girl were deafening. Bo's hands slid down to Katrina's waist, clutching her tightly as his whispers became more and more excited. Katrina felt every apprehension slide away to be replaced by glee. Her handiwork became more and more deep, causing more damage. Meredith's once tanned skin was soon coated with blood. Bo, cackling wildly in her ear, whispered one last order.

Katrina smiled, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and stabbed the blade into Meredith's body, over and over again. She pumped the knife in and out of the screaming girl, only vaguely aware of Bo pressing against her, his body trembling. His fingernails dug deeply into her hips, ripping through the skin. Katrina's body jolted against his and she began to laugh.

"Do you like it, bitch?" she shrieked, hardly knowing what she was saying. "Say you like it! Is it big enough for you?"

Blood gushed from the wounds, spilling onto the floor, splashing onto Bo's shoes and Katrina's sandals. Katrina wiggled her toes, pressing them harder and harder into the sticky red substance as if she were playing in mud. Meredith let out one last bubbling shriek before stiffening up and becoming silent. Bo slammed his hips against her back and shuddered. A violent tremble of pleasure wracked her body and she leaned back against him, breathing heavily. She could feel Bo's chest heaving behind her. With a smooth motion, Katrina flicked the blood from the knife, leaving a spatter of crimson along the floor and up a wall, before swinging it in an arc to embed it into Meredith's forehead.

Katrina's hands fell limply to her sides and she tried to catch her breath. Never before had she felt so exhilarated, so fulfilled. Bo turned her around slowly and wiped blood from her face with his thumb. He kissed her forehead gently.

"That was fun, darlin'."

She nodded. "It was."

"I told you so."

"I want more." Katrina turned away and walked over to the door. "It's like . . . like the best orgasm ever."

"You sure made me . . ."

"Shut up," she said, glancing over at him. "I feel like I just cheated on Vincent."

Bo lit a cigarette and shrugged. "We didn't fuck."

"It feels like we did."

"But we didn't. It was all in fun. Do you think Vince's gonna like doin' this kind of shit?"

She shook her head. "No."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes."

"That was only a taster. I'll show you much better ways to . . ."

"Vincent can't know. And don't think . . ."

"It's not like that, darlin'. It's nothin' either you or me can explain. But it's definitely not fuckin', or cheatin', or like I want to get with you or something." He took a long drag of his cigarette. "I recognized myself in you the moment I saw you cutting off your daddy's fingers, Kitty Kat. You may fight it, but it'll get you in the end. Myself . . . I never fought it. I always gave in. How do you think I learned all this shit?"

Katrina nodded. "All right then. I'll take your tutoring lessons." She grinned. "I feel so . . . so . . . I don't know but it's cool!"

Bo grinned back and motioned towards Meredith's lifeless body. "So help me get rid of this. I'll leave it in back so Lester can pick it up."