Page 74 of Ink & Obsession

“Shall I turn onmylive feed this time?” Dante hums against my mouth.

“No!” I yelp, laughing, slapping his chest.

Dante laughs, catching my face in his hands. “Use your beautiful, dark mind, and tell me what you want, angel.”

“Well, Idohave this idea,” I say, running my hands down his chiseled torso until I’m greeted with his still hard cock. I take him in my hands and begin stroking him, my pace painfully slow on purpose. “I want you to kidnap someone for me.” Dante hums, thrusting himself harder into my hand. “I want you to take them to a pig farm, let me cut them up.” I give him a hard squeeze, dragging my hand up his shaft, my thumb resting against the tip. I swipe my thumb over the drops of pre-cum, using it to massage the spot right under the head of his cock. Dante groans, trying to buck into my hand again, but I won’t let him. “We’ll toss their body parts to the nearby pigs, and then you will take me from behind as we watch them eat.”

Dante presses his hips into me, pinning me against my desk as he thrusts his cock, rubbing it against my swollen clit, and pumping himself in my hands. I throw my head back, moaning, but Dante threads his fingers in my hair, pulling my head back up and forcing me to look him in the eyes. “You don’t get to close your eyes. Watch what youdo to me, Luna. Watch how I come for you.” Dante thrusts hard, forcing my head down to watch him slip in and out of my hands. “Look at what you do to me. Look at how wet your pretty pussy coats my cock, angel. So needy and demanding—Fuck!” Dante pulls my head up, crashing his lips to mine, and I feel warm ropes of cum spurt across my belly and hands.

I let go of his cock, and Dante hisses, pulling back, unpinning me from my desk. “So about that trip to the farm?” I ask breathlessly.

Dante rests his head against mine, giving me a breathy laugh. “Anything for you, angel. We’ll talk about the logistics of thefarmlater, after you have some more training.” He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. “I love you, Luna.”

“I love you more, Dante.”

Three weeks later

John softly cries as he hangs upside down from a tree in the woods near our cabin. I knew deep down that day that the cabin was for me when Dante brought me here, and I told him as much.

“What would a cold-blooded killer/stalker do with a library of that size anyway?”

“I picked up an excellent reading habit from a best-selling author, thank you very much. I’m sure I could fill it in time, but not as quickly as you can, my angel.”

I still have my apartment in the city where we live full-time, but the cabin is used more for ourdarkerhabits. No one knows where it’s located, and we plan to keep it that way as we navigate life with Johnny Costanza breathing down Dante’s neck every five seconds, giving him a new hit, but it works for now.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” Dante asks, giving me a concerned look.

“It’s a little late to be concerned when I’m about to gut this loser.” Stalling as I hold the knife up to John Pendeck’s neck. “I’m fine, I’m just, I’ve only done it once before.”

“Remember what I taught you. Channel your fear, use the darkness we feel to your advantage. You know what he did. He’s on your list for a reason.” Dante touches the small of my back. “I’m right here with you.”

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes, remembering why I’m here in the first place.

JohnPendeck, 56, of Las Vegas, Nevada, used to frequent Dollies. He was my highest paying customer at one point, and he used to love coming in shit faced, and tell me how much I reminded him of his daughter, and how much he wished it was her he was touching instead of me, but she was only three. I begged my boss to be put on a different shift to avoid him, but he didn’t give a shit; he only saw dollar signs. It didn’t matter that this sick fuck was thinking about his own daughter or that she was an innocent baby. But it matters now, and I will right the wrong that is John Pendeck.

I pull my knife back and slam it back into his stomach. Blood trickles down his white shirt, making a path for me. John cries out, screaming for help, but no one will hear him. I bear down on the knife, ripping it across his stomach, and twisting as I pull it out. John screams, turns to a gargle as blood starts to fill his mouth. He tries wiggling his body, but the more he does, the more blood squirts out of his wound. John wails in pain, and a smile spreads across my face.

I kneel close to his face. “Hi, John. You probably don’t remember me, but I sure remembered you, and what you wanted to do to your daughter. You paid to touch me so you could feel like you were abusing your three-year-old. You are the vermin of this world, and I will feel nothing as I take your life.” I shove my knife into the side of his neck, and I watch the light leave his eyes.

Yesssss. Feels good, doesn’t it? One down, many more to go.

I stand to find Dante with a bone saw in his hand. “One order of pig food coming up.”

I let Dante do the cutting, or, well,sawing. I don’t have the stomach for it yet, and the sounds coming from behind me as I close my hands over my ears make my stomach flip. Instead, I head to our garage to get the bags for said body parts.

An hour later, we have the car packed up, and we're driving five hours away to a pig farm in upstate New York. We planned it perfectly, arriving just after midnight. The pigs are out grazing, and notice us right away. “They are hungry. I paid the farmer double not to feed them today so they would be ready for tonight.”

I turn to him, wide-eyed. “You, psychopath. You paid someone to starve them?”

“I’m your psychopath,” Dante says proudly. “I’d doanything to keep that dark mind of yours full of devious, nasty, depraved thoughts. It’s only been a day, and we need all the evidence gone. It’s amazing what a little bit of money can do.” He grabs my face, kissing me hard, stepping away as he pulls back. “Now, let’s feed these pigs, so I can see that pretty pussy soaked in moonlight.”

Dante unzips a bag and tosses me an arm. “Oh my god.” My vision tunnels, and I swallow hard to keep myself from throwing up. “You didn’t need to throw it at me! Yuck, pervert arm. Ugh, here, piggy piggies, come get your dinner!” I toss the arm over the fence, and the beasts charge for it, biting into the flesh and ripping the arm in two. More body parts fly over the fence until the bags are empty. The pigs hum happily, snorting and eating every last bit of John Pendeck.

I feel an arm snake around my middle and hoist me up. I giggle, knowing exactly what’s about to happen, as Dante trudges toward the nearby treeline. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, Vera. I think it’s time someone tied you up and taught you a lesson.”

“Mmmm, yes, I need to be taught avery biglesson, Detective Moore.”

To be continued…