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“You will die today. You will see what hell is like. It’s what you did to those women, didn’t you?” I taunt.
It gives me pleasure. I want his agony.
“Confess.” I pulse the cord around his throat. “Tell me how many.”
“F-fuck you,” he grumbles, choking on his words.
“If you don’t tell me what I want to know, I’ll cut every limb from your body and burn you after. There’s a saw I like to use. Take my time with it too.” I chuckle menacingly.
“P-p-please…” he cries, and from the sound of it, I know he believes me.
“Tell me.” I crush my molars, needing this to be over.
“T-twelve,” he stammers, choking out the words. “There…there were t-twelve.”
“And what did you do with them?” I hiss.
He cries. How fucking pathetic.
“What did you do?!” My scream makes him shiver.
“I—I—I r-raped them, then…”
More fucking tears. My God, I just wanna kill him.
I tighten the wire.
“Th-then I—I paid off the cops and the g-girls,” he pants.
“You disgust me.” I press another button, and the flames roar to life.
His chest climbs with small breaths.
I chuckle victoriously. It’s what I wanted. His confession.
“I will savor your screams.”
The cord cuts into him as he fights me while I bring him closer to his end. Lifting his smaller frame up by his hips doesn’t take much effort, even while he tries to get back down.
But as soon as the flames lick his face, it’s over.
He roars as I push the rest of him inside and lock the door.
If I had my way, I’d record this moment so I could playit over and over.
With a fucking smile on my face.
The next day, I’m back in the city, having had a few meetings with some clients, one of whom has forced me to talk shop at a strip club.
Now, I don’t normally like to frequent these places. They reek of sin and seduction, and not the kind of sins I desire to partake in.
I enjoy women, sure, but on my own terms, and only when I need them to satiate the hunger inside me. Which is never that often.
I don’t need them for affection, nor for some convoluted idea of love. They know exactly where I stand. It’s the sexual gratification I’m after—theirs and mine. And once that’s served, we go on our merry fucking ways.
“You’ve gotta live a little, man!” my new client, Matthew, hollers into my ear.
The music blasts as he stares at a woman with olive skin, her breasts bigger than her head. But he doesn’t seem to mind.
