Chapter 20
20
ROWAN
I pulled my mask over my eyes as I entered the room and stared at the man tied to the chair in the center of the room. His head was covered, and he was unable to see the smirk on my face as I skimmed through his file. Charlotte had given me the all-clear to take action against the men who put hands on her, and I intended to do more than that. I’m going to enjoy this… I thought as the man whimpered.
“Adrian Cramer,” I said, reading his name from the top page of his file. “Husband and father of three.”
I laughed when I read that. How could a man who was presumably settled down perform such heinous acts? It left me wondering how his relationship fared with his wife and even with his kids. Was he abusive at home or did he save the abuse for work?
“You’re an accountant,” I continued, roughly yanking the hood off his head, intentionally pulling his hair with it.
“Pretty fucking boring if you ask me, Adrian.”?I mocked.
That bit was surprising. He led a boring life, at least from the outside. No wonder he got his kicks from taking advantage of women who had no choice but to succumb to their circumstances. I shook my head in disgust. He pulled against his restraints and struggled to break free, to no avail.
“Who are you?” he asked, keeping his voice low and menacing as though that alone would scare me off.
“Don’t worry about who I am,” I responded, tossing the file on the floor at his feet and rejoicing in the way he flinched.
I pulled up the video footage of his home from my phone and we watched as his wife moved about the living room.
“Does your wife know you’re a rapist?”?I asked.
Fear was spreading throughout his body as it shook and I decided to let him wonder how I got into his house to plant those cameras in the first place. “Well, that’s alright Adrian.”
I scrolled to the video of Charlotte I needed and connected to his home network before pressing play, allowing every television in the house to broadcast his atrocious crimes against her.
“She knows now,” I chuckled before scanning through various networks, his parents, friends, and even his ‘boss.’
“They all know now. Too bad you won’t be leaving here today to defend yourself.”
Adrian began crying an ugly kind of cry, and the sound made me sick to my stomach. The man expected sympathy and pity.
“I’m sorry. Please. I just wanted a taste of her. She always walks around in those dresses of hers…”
My anger clouded my judgment as his words hit home.
“Yeah. How dare she dress like that,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Comfortable in her own home.” My amusement was quickly turning to anger, and I let it flow. “What did you do to her?”
I wasn’t sure if I could handle hearing what that pig of a man did to her, but I was ready to let it all out, not to mention I was still pissed from my altercation earlier with Arthur, so I had some extra steam to release. The sniveling man only cried in response; it was like he knew he was done for. I formed a fist and brought it down hard on the top of his hand, trapping it between my angry fist and the wooden armrest of the bloodied chair.
I let him scream his pain out before speaking.
“I asked you a question.” My voice was firm and demanding, clearly communicating my need for information and he would give it, one way or the other.
“Okay, okay!” he cried, sounding short of breath. He hiccupped before speaking. “I wrote on her, horrible things I wrote. Cunt. Whore. You get the drift. And when she realized what I was doing, I couldn’t help myself. How could anyone keep their hands off a piece of ass like that? So I helped myself. And man, was it good. She laid there and took it like the whore she is, even after I finished inside her. Her cunt gripped my cock every time she was shocked like a dog,” he admitted, his words turning from frantic confession to taunting jests. That man had guts; I could at least give him that.
I lifted my mask and let it rest against the top of my head, running my four-fingered hand across the stubble on my chin. “Well, we have a problem. See, you touched what wasn’t yours, you hurt her, and I just can’t let you get away with it.”
As I spoke, I retrieved a pair of pliers from the table against the wall and returned to stand in front of him.
“And now you have been judged.”
The sooner he accepted he wouldn't be leaving today, the quicker it would be for him. Over the years, I learned a thing or two from Jason, and I fully intended on using that knowledge. I leaned over him and used my bad hand to pinch either side of his jaw, forcing his mouth to fall open.
“I hope it was worth it.”
Using the pliers, I clamped onto his tongue and pulled. I moved slowly and methodically, making sure that he could feel every rip and tear as I pulled the organ straight out of his body. Blood bubbled to the surface and filled his mouth.
He squealed like the pig he was, causing blood to splatter out of his mouth and all over me. Satisfaction and glee lit up my face and I smirked.
“How’s that for a taste?” I growled, yanking his shirt open.
As buttons from the shirt clattered across the floor. Right over the left peck . I pulled a knife from my pocket and stalked behind him. Grabbing a fistful of his hair I tilted it back and drew it across his neck from ear to ear. He couldn’t suppress his coughing and gurgling, and more blood spilled out of him than I thought was possible for a human body to have.
I kneeled before him and laughed as I watched the light leave his eyes. One down.
Charlotte
“When will you be home?” I asked when Rowan answered the phone.
His response was sultry and sexy, deeper than usual through the receiver.
“I’ll be there in a little while,” he responded. “Don’t wait up for me if you need to rest.”
“Be safe baby.”
“It’s not me you need to worry about princess.”
On the other end there was silence before I heard a match strike and windows blow. Roe coughed and glass crunched.
“I’m just taking out the trash. I heard what happened between you and Arthur. Do I need to pay him a visit? I’m in the area.”
“Rowan,” I warned.
“Alright, alright, I’ll play nice,” he laughed. I heard sirens in the distance and he hung up abruptly.
I knew what he’d been up to, and it was arousing to think about. Pleasant tingling ran down my spine as I thought about Rowan torturing the men who hurt me. Their screams and pleas for mercy being met with a laugh or twisted smirk.? The other night I watched as he stood at the bathroom sink washing the blood from his chest, and I bit my lip watching as it ran down his abdomen and disappeared below his jeans.
Locking my bedroom door, I laid over my bedsheets and ran a hand over my breast, I moaned, rolling my nipple between my fingers.
I reached into my nightstand and retrieved my small vibrator, and pulled my dress up, switching the vibrator on and placing it gently on my clit. I hadn’t pleased myself in so long, and the feeling was kind of strange. It felt so good, but somehow it wasn’t enough. Though I tried for what seemed forever, I just wasn’t getting close to the release I craved. I growled, feeling frustrated, and contemplated stopping altogether.
I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander as the vibrator buzzed against me. I thought about Rowan, I imagined him torturing one of them, and I felt myself come closer.
I pictured him standing in front of a man who was tied up.
“What did you do?” I heard Rowan ask the faceless man, his voice echoing through my head.
I shuddered as I felt myself grow wet underneath the silicon.
“Nothing, I never touched her,” the man screamed. “I was only in charge of making sure she stayed drugged up. To monitor that it wasn’t too much!”
My fingers wandered down between my legs, running over my entrance and I pushed a finger through my wetness.
Rowan opened the man’s mouth and injected something into his gums with a needle, and a moment later his body was slack. He looked so calm and relaxed as he worked, and the sight of him made me wetter than I thought possible.
“But you watched,” Rowan said.
“Roe, please,” I whispered, my eyes still closed as my fingers moved in time with the vibrator and I neared orgasm with an arched back.
Rowan smirked at me with a ravenous look in his eyes as he flicked on a blow torch and moved toward the man with it.
“Come for me Lottie. Come as I make him beg for mercy.”
As the image in my head of Rowan melting off various parts of this man’s body became more vivid, my orgasm crashed down around me, and I cried out over and over again. “Roe!”
My hips bucked as I came, and then it was over. My whole body felt numb with pleasure as I sucked air into my lungs.
Rowan
Around a week later I stood in the shadows of her room and waited for her to return from her therapy session with her. I hadn’t been there long, I wanted to be alone for a moment before I saw her. I hadn’t been home much, trying to hunt these fuckers down, and I missed her. There was only one left, and I couldn’t wait to take care of it, and she was going to help me. Tonight, she would get her closure.
The door opened and Charlotte came in carrying a mask of her own in her hand, running her fingers along the smooth edges in confusion. I drew in a sharp breath when I saw what she was wearing, and it was hot. I’d seen her in shorts before, but these ones seemed to be shorter than ever if that were even possible. They looked to be made of black leather, and they had a long zipper that ran the length of the crotch and all the way up the back.
Paired with the shorts was a blood-red tank top that fell just short of her navel, leaving a three-inch gap where her bare skin tantalized me from my place in the shadows. I felt my dick stir in my pants as she stood in the middle of the room, and I moved out of the shadows to join her. She smiled when she saw me.
I pushed a lock of hair behind her ear and planted a sweet kiss on her deliciously soft lips.
“This file is the last one. Do you want to join me?” I asked.
Charlotte’s face was overcome by a look of excitement and she nodded her head fervently. “Of course,” she replied. “But I’m driving.”
As Charlotte maneuvered the bike through traffic, I briefly counted my blessings that she was such a good driver. She had mentioned that her dad taught her when she was around sixteen, but she never continued; so a few months ago I took over allowing her to drive us home from the cabin. Being the backpack was different, but it allowed me to have certain freedoms.
I glanced down at her hot leather shorts. The zipper is right there… I thought, and a devilish grin spread across my face. I released my grip on her waist and pulled the zipper down, revealing round, supple cheeks.
“Rowan, don’t make me crash,” Charlotte said with a giggle, but I didn’t respond.
I tugged my own zipper down and released my cock before lifting her onto me.
“Keep your eyes on the road, Charlotte,” I warned. “If you can get us there safely, I’ll let you come.”
She gasped as I entered her, and she leaned further into the bike arching her back to give me better access as I fucked into her slowly, teasing her. Her wetness instantly overtook me, and I could feel her drip down my balls and onto the leather seat beneath us.
I wanted to drive into her mercilessly until she was screaming loud enough for every bystander to hear, but I kept it slow and steady. As we pulled up to a stoplight, I moved and pulsed inside her, and she let out a moan. I stifled a grin as I noticed a young couple in the car next to us staring with their window rolled down halfway.
“Mind your business,” I said gruffly, rotating my hips inconspicuously.
“No,” she moaned.
Charlotte blushed under her helmet as she looked over and saw them watching with wide eyes.
“I want them to watch you fuck into me until the street is slick with my come.”
With a growl , I immediately picked up speed…I have about thirty more seconds…challenge accepted naughty girl. Charlotte tried to stifle her cry as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back and forth on my cock, trying not to tip us over. She came, and I buried myself inside her following shortly after as our audience gawked.