Chapter 6
SLADE
“When are you going to come back, Slade?” my little sister, Angel, asks in Russian. “Mama misses you and can’t stop worrying about you.”
Angel and I have always been pretty close, mainly because we are three years apart. Ryker and Landon are close because they are not that far apart in age.
“I don’t know, I’ll see. I’ve been busy, Angel,” I tell her in a soft tone.
Really, what I’ve been busy with is killing someone new every day, slowly decreasing the population of New York. If I’m not doing that, I’m at the apartment giving Isabella advice for her books.
Sometimes when I give her ideas, she’ll look at me like she should be scared of me but I can also tell she is fascinated.
The past week with her has been nice.
I’ve been at the apartment a lot more, mostly seeing her in the morning unless she stays up super late. Before I would just wait until she left the apartment to come out of my room but we’re slowly becoming more comfortable with each other.
“Busy doing what? Probably forgetting about me,” Angel says and I can tell she is pouting on the other end of the phone.
My eyes go to the bastard in front of me that I’m meant to kill today.
He’s sweating and mumbling through the piece of cloth over his mouth.
His name is Thomas Templeman and he is a forty-two year old pedophile who has been sexually abusing someone’s daughter. I got paid good for this job but the money isn’t why I’m doing it.
It’s mostly to get out everything I’m feeling.
“My job, Angel. Tell mom I said ‘hi’ and that I love her. I need to go, but keep doing good in school. I’ll still be coming to your graduation, I promise.”
“Okay, Slade, I love you. Talk to you later.”
I hang up and pocket my phone.
My eyes connect with Thomas’. “So, Thomas?” I rip the piece of cloth off his mouth and he takes a deep breath.
Right now we are in a warehouse that was bought under my mother’s name since no one knows about her.
This is the place where I’m able to take my time with the kills.
After I kill them I usually dump their body somewhere with a note saying why they deserve to be dead, just so that they will have died with the world knowing how much of a pig they were when they were breathing.
“Please, man. I swear I don’t know who you are or what I did wrong. If you want money, I have it. Tons of it. Let me go-”
“Shut the fuck up.” I groan and roll my eyes. “You think I need your money?” I raise an eyebrow. “I don’t mean to sound like a douche but I probably had more money than you when I was a baby. I have more money than the President. Trust me the last thing I need is money.”
The line I took thirty minutes ago is starting to really take effect, getting me excited and my blood pumping.
“Then what do you want?” He winces.
He’s going to beg and plead for mercy or for someone to save him but he has no clue that he’s fucked.
No one will hear his cries or screams.
“Tell me what you did to her first.” I grab his hair and pull his head back.
“What?! Stop! Dude, what are you even saying?! Let me go!”
“Tell me what you did first to the 12 year old girl that you sexually abused,” I say in his ear and he goes silent and tenses. “All quiet now, Thomas?”
I let go of him and smack him across the face with my gun.
“Ahh! I didn’t do anything to that bitch.”
“Then why did I get a message from an unknown source, begging me to make you pay for what you did to that little girl?” I ask.
He shakes his head, pleading for me to let him go.
I nod, realizing he isn’t going to talk unless I make him.
I grab my blade from the table and walk towards him. “You asked for this.”
I grab ahold of his head and start making small slits in his neck, not going too deep but deep enough to make it painful. “Still don’t wanna talk, Thomas?”
He screams instead of answering me.
I nod again and grab a mallet off the table that’s filled with torture tools. “I’m assuming you used your hands first, right? Did you grab her by the waist first or use your voice to lure her?”
“I didn’t do anything! I swear!”
I bring the mallet down on his hands. His screams fill the warehouse.
“Thomas, no one can hear you in here,” I say before bringing the mallet down on his hand again, harder.
He screams but gives up nothing. “Still not hearing any answers. Let’s bring out my knife and go for your throat since it’s basically useless if you aren’t saying anything.
” I drop the mallet and pull out my blade.
“Any last words before you can’t say anything? ”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! I tried to stop myself, I swear.” He cries, tears falling down his cheeks.
I dig my gloved fingers into the wounds on his neck. “How did you approach her, Thomas?”
“I told her she had a pretty dress on.”
“And? What else? I know there’s something else. I saw the footage of you and her.”
He cries and shakes his head. “And I asked if I could take it off.”
I nod before using my knife to start cutting off his clothes, making him bare.
I grab his neck and tighten my grip so that he is starting to suffocate, gasping for air. “You’re going to wish you were dead, Thomas.”
Then I get to work.
I start with his dick, making cuts in it and all over his body. He screams but I’m just smiling through the pleasure it’s bringing me.
The way he’s begging me to just kill him already.
I cut his dick off and leave it to the side, similar to what I told Isabella about the tongue.
She has no clue that I used the exact torture method I told her about on the person I killed the day before.
My sweet innocent little bookworm has no clue she’s living with a murderer.
She’ll find out soon.
“Before I kill you, I want you to think about what it felt like for that girl. How scared she was thinking she wasn’t going to survive, that she was going to die,”
He begs and pleads as I shove my knife in his chest, thighs, and hands. I bring the mallet down on his body too many times to count.
He’s sweating and not screaming anymore.
Instead he looks exhausted.
I cut off the ropes on his hands and point to him with my blade. “You are about to feel exactly what she felt.”
I throw him on the floor so he’s on his knees, barely able to hold himself up. I grab his dick, spread his hole before shoving his dick inside. His screams and cries fill the air again.
I start fucking him in the ass with his own dick and his body falls to the floor. “What’s wrong, Thomas? You don’t like your own dick? You can’t take it? Is it too much? Keep fucking crying, ublyudok!”
After what feels like an hour of torturing him, I throw him on the floor.
After decapitating his body, I’m covered in his blood. The clock on the wall tells me it’s been three hours since I started.
The high from the coke is starting to wear off but I’m still pumped with adrenaline.
I clean up my knives and send a picture of the body and the mess to Niko, my second in command. He takes car of all of the things I don’t feel like taking care of.
I would clean it all up myself but I hate having the feeling of someone’s blood and organs on me. I need a shower and then to take a nap since I’ve been up for the past forty-eight hours.
I leave the warehouse and it’s a forty minute drive back to the apartment. No one is in the elevator, thank god, since I probably smell and have Thomas all over me.
I unlock the door and get inside, sighing as I close my eyes, wanting to just fall asleep already. My eyes are blurry when I open them. I stumble towards the hallway, slowly making my way to my room.
The sound of a door unlocking makes me feel wide awake. I stumble in the hallway as I hurry to my room.
“Slade?” Isabella says as I unlock my door. Before she can walk towards the hallway, I get in my room, slam the door, and fall on my side.