19. Zeiden
NINETEEN
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Fuck, she felt good on my cock. I ran my hands over her thighs, letting her come back to earth before I pulled out.
“Ready, for your surprise, dove?”
“Dove? Who the fuck is dove? Her name is Daisy, and she’s obviously a giant slut.”
I pulled Daisy’s chin up, stroking her jaw with my thumb.
“I have one question for our friend, but as soon as I am done, you may play all you want.”
Her eyes darkened and I doubted she even knew it. I doubted she knew what she was truly capable of.
I kissed her once and then reluctantly pulled out.
“Now, make sure your sexy ass is hidden, and while you wait, choose whatever accessories you want to use to play with your new toy.”
I tucked myself back into my pants and turned to the judge.
“So glad to see you’re finally awake. Now, I’m sure it goes without saying that I am not really okay with that. You got to hear Daisy scream my name, which I’d normally kill you for, but you weren’t leaving either way. So make sure your last minutes count. Exactly what did the senator promise you when he made sure you were appointed as the new judge?”
He spit at me, missing me by a few inches.
“If that’s how your aim is, I suppose I had very little to worry about with you and my Daisy.”
His face grew redder by the second.
“You know you giveaway a lot, Judge. This little vein right here?” I pulled out a knife from my boot and traced it. “One little nick and you’ll bleed out. That would be far too quick, though, so don’t you worry.”
I stepped back.
“Now, what were you promised that would make you valuable to the senator? How could he control such a strapping man like yourself?”
Daisy came up next to me, pulling my arm around her.
“Yeah, Raymond Hart. What is it that made you so loyal to my dear old dad? Certainly not me.” Daisy held up a simple yet effective knife, and it appeared she was more into it than she was into asking this man how he was interfering in all of my plans.
“Daisy, are you sure that’s what you want to use for your first time?”
That did seem to get a laugh from our audience.
“First time for what? Obviously her father lied about her being a virgin. Stupid whore. I should have expected that.”
It took me all of two steps and my fist met his nose with a satisfying crunch.
“Now, now. Is that anyway for an upstanding judge like yourself to talk to a lady? But to be fair, call her a whore again and I’ll make this a lot more painful than I had planned.”
I stepped back and Daisy grabbed my hand.
“Is this his blood?” she asked as I flexed my fist.
“That felt good and yes. Only his blood, I promise.”
I didn’t look at her. I was now hyper-fixated on this guy.
“Fuck. Fuck you. All I was supposed to do was make shit go away or convict fucking trash from the gangs. In return, I was supposed to get a submissive little bitch, money, and status. I was finally going to show this city who the fuck I am.”
I looked at Daisy.
“So, my little dove. Here are the main arteries,” I said and used my knife to cut the fabric of his pants and no doubt some of the skin below as I pointed them out. “Severing any limbs would cause him to bleed out too fast and we are here for some very specific information.”
I watched those eyes. I watched the wicked little smirk that I knew I’d never see outside of my heaven and I liked it. I liked how she smiled like that just for me.
“So I can do whatever I want?” she asked, but she was already taking steps and slowly getting closer.
Normally I wanted to be the one to make them scream, but today? I put my hands in my pants pockets and just watched.
“Anything.”
The way her hips swayed with every step, the woman was teasing me, I was sure of that.
“What the hell, Daisy? You’re supposed to be some little pathetic doll. What the fuck?” His eyes went back to mine as the blood drained from his face. “Get her away from me.”
I stepped closer, but my hands remained where they were. My eyes continued to follow my little dove and my temper stayed just this side of violent.
“I won’t be getting her away from you. But tell me something useful and maybe I’ll coax her to something less invasive.”
The judge’s eyes were so wide it was a wonder they hadn’t popped out of his head.
“What the fuck do you want to know? Her old man hates gangs. He’s finding out who is owned by them and taking them out. It happened with the mayor too. Come on man. Bros before hoes or something like that shit.”
She squatted down in front of him. I’m sure if the guy wasn’t worried about his balls he might have enjoyed the view. However, the way Daisy traced the knife over said balls, he was in for a world of surprise, I supposed. Hell, even I wasn’t sure what she’d do next.
The room had recording equipment. It was a closed system and no one but us would ever see the information, but sometimes the sound clips had come in useful for blackmail over the years. It had started the moment the door opened and closed. I’d have to erase Daisy’s little show at the start, but after that?
“Continue. The mayor was taken out by the senator?”
I put my hand on Daisy’s arm and stopped her from actually cutting him—yet. “Hold on, little dove. Let’s let the man speak.”
Her shoulders sagged and her lips formed a pout, but she stopped for the moment.
“Fuck man, yeah. The mayor. The last judge. Some fucking cops. I’m supposed to convict some bastard from the House of Reps. Keep it clearer. You know, too many bodies and all that.”
I chuckled.
“Too many bodies and all that? Nah. I don’t know. Well, it sounds like that's about as useful as you can be, so I’m going to let my little dove here pop her cherry on you.”
Daisy was still hovering over his pants, but the judge sure as shit saw something like I’d just seen as I’d given her all the power over his life.
“Dove, see how they sing the moment you show them what pain might be? Take this as your first lesson. Now, let’s see what you have the stomach for. I’m prepared to help whenever you need me.”
I’d barely finished that last word before his screams echoed off the walls for several seconds. Daisy looked up at me with an expression of pure wonder on her face and that was it. I knew exactly what this strange little feeling was. The one that made me feel alive. Like my heart could finally beat.
This was what love was. It wasn’t completely unlike what I felt for my boys, but it was a whole other level of obsession.
I nodded toward her and watched as she finished cutting through his pants, knowing she had pretty much cut through the man's sack. Fuck, that would hurt. Pain was so subjective though.
“Gee, Raymond. It doesn’t look like you’ll be very much help in populating the city with your DNA, now does it?”
Sweat rolled down his face and I half expected to see him throw up.
“Bitch,” was the only word he uttered between the heavy breaths he was heaving into his lungs.
I leaned forward and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back forcing him to meet my gaze.
“Call her a bitch one more time and I’ll ensure your asshole knows what it’s like to be a bitch with my gun rammed so far up it you’ll beg for me to pull the trigger.”
I’d be honest, he would be begging for death in a few minutes regardless of what I did. Men like him couldn’t handle their torture. They were never the fun ones.
“Dove, play all you’d like and finish him off when you want. He’ll go into shock soon enough, and then there really is no more fun in playing.”
Her eyes were dark and empty, but she still smiled as the devil that hid inside her had finally found its hell. And it was hungry.
I grabbed a seat and sat inches from her. I watched as she finished off his man bits, changing the knife once. I watched as she held up his flaccid cock and grimaced.
“This would never have pleased me.” And the thing went flying into the corner.
I watched the judge's head loll and his breathing rapidly spike the moment she knelt down in front of him again.
“Oh, prince asshole? What would you do, if you wanted to hurt him?”
The chair scraped on the floor with a high-pitched wail as I stood.
I gripped her shoulders and pulled her up so she was standing between us. I ran my hands the length of her body, cupping her breasts over the dress, nearly drooling at the ways her nipples were hard peaks.
“I do always enjoy skinning them alive. Sometimes though, I hang them up for target practice. Nothing quite like a real target to practice on.”
She pressed her ass into me and I fucking moaned.
“But I think, for the sake of time, cut right here.” I held her hand tight and steady as I guided it to the side of his neck.
“I would love to continue to chat, but I’ve got a pussy to taste and you’re just taking too long.”
The blade dented into his skin for a second before I pulled her hand and the blade across in a single, quick motion. The second I did, his heart did as every heart did. One second he was alive, and the next his blood sprayed out, bathing everyone in the way.
I hadn’t thought about her reaction and waited a second for her to scream. Instead she stood there with me. Just watching like it was the Fourth of July and he was the show. And I supposed he was.
“How does it feel to take a life?”
She turned in my arms, red everywhere, and I waited. I’d always wait for her.
“Powerful.”