Chapter 30 We Need To Talk
I was partially awake when I readjusted myself on her bed.
The mattress was tiny with hardly any cushion.
I knew it had never been intended to be comfortable.
After hours of having her suck my cock at the slightest movement, my little one did it in her sleep.
I moaned at the force with which she took me and failed to stop myself from driving it deeper into her throat.
At first, I affectionately cupped and caressed her cheek but then the aggression took over me and I pinned down her temple while fucking her throat.
Her eyes flashed open when I stayed balls deep inside her, blocking her breathing and suddenly her vibrator took off.
I could feel her screaming even though my cock was blocking all sound.
I waited.
At first, she gently slid her fingers on my thigh, then dug them, trying to scratch, then started pulling away and slapping me. “Only good whores get to breathe.”
Hours After
In my office, while going through the recent sales, I kept checking the time on the live feed in her cell to make sure it was accurate.
No murders had been committed since her arrival but the previous incidents still had me worried.
There were cameras everywhere. I watched her sob herself for too long in the shower, then sit on the bed, in a trance with her hair still dripping wet and her torso wrapped in the tiny towel.
I didn’t expect her to be okay after months in this place, but it was still disturbing to see her like this.
Long gone was the girl from the dorm room or the defiant girl who was paddled by all present lords and slaves.
The phone rang, startling me out of the hypnosis she had me under. “Yes?”
“Good afternoon, Sir, it’s Dr. Avery.” He didn’t say anything else. I rolled my eyes at the silence and sighed. He was forcing me to greed him as if he gave a flying fuck, but I had no choice if I wanted him to follow through. Everything was a game to this man.
“Good afternoon. Any news?”
“Yes. In fact, if you have time, I can give you a whole report.”“Where can I meet you?”
“I’ll wait for you by the nurse station.”
“I’ll be there as soon as possible.” I dashed to the medical unit knowing as much as he loved playing games with people, he wouldn’t have contacted me for nothing, his ego wouldn’t accept it.
“Sir, it’s so nice to see you on this beautiful afternoon. I’ll show you what I found and then go to lunch.”
I nodded. “Dr. Avery.”
He studied me as if waiting for me to say something and then snapped into action. “Right. This way, Sir.”
We took a hall I knew about but almost never walked through, the one that led to the forensic/pathology room.
This was in fact a room he’d asked for as a gift for a favor I asked him for long ago.
It was where he kept the dead bodies he used to “play with.” I didn’t know what that entailed and I didn’t care to know as long as they were already dead.
As soon as we entered the room the temperature dropped to the point that even I shivered.
He pulled on the handle to a cabinet and out rolled her body on a table. It was stiff, and pale.
Two hours passed as he showed me every detail he found on the body. He spilled so many words I didn’t understand, medical or scientific gibberish but several things stuck to my memory. The rope had broken her neck but also almost every muscle in her leg was broken or sprained.
“This victim, like the others had something inserted into her rectum but there’s something new.
And I think it will be easy to figure out whom this obtuse predator is because of this purchase.
” He paused. I stood to the side with my arms crossed over my chest, listening while Dr. Avery turned the body over.
I saw the sutures he’d made between her butt cheeks. “What’s that?”
“This time, besides the ginger, he also stuck a type of pepper that’s been organically engineered so that the pungency can be of the most extreme.
It’s patented and made only by one specific company.
Pepper X. Because of the increased pungency and the amount of time she was exposed to it, the most superficial tissue lining her orifice was dissolved away where the chemical touched. ”
“So, even though we haven’t see a murder in months, he’s escalating,” I stated.
“Most likely.” He nodded as he confirmed my suspicion.
“Anything else? DNA?”
“Right. I collected fingerprints from all over her body and not all of them matched Lord Adler.” No one else knew about the whole gang rape that took place that night so this information confirmed what Adler had told me.
“Did anything match?”
“Yes, Lords Calvin, Barrington, Black, Thomas, and strangely, Dr. Lansbury. Perhaps there was a contamination in the case of Dr. Lansbury.” He paused and we stared at each other, both knowing that was not the case at all. “And this is also true for the DNA from the sperm.”
I sighed. “So... Let me get this straight. Last time, there were no matches on the DNA but this time there were several?” The difference this time was that I’d secretly collected the DNA and only trusted it to him.
It had been Dr. Lansbury who’d lead the previous investigation. That motherfucking sick bastard.
“Affirmative... Sir.” He nodded.
“This guy is toying with me.” I sighed with frustration while wondering if this would be enough to convince Master into allowing me to execute the doctor. “Anything else?”
“That’s all.”
“Well, I and the Master thank you for your efforts.” Then the idea came to me. “Dr. I need your help on this. Can you please cross examine the new DNA I collected for this sampling to that of the other cases? Is that possible?”
“I would first have to check that the older samples are intact.”
“Please do. Thank again for taking the time to do all this,” I said as I walked out.
Later that night, I was sitting on the edge of my bed when I texted him.
Me: We need to talk.
Master: Oh, Tristan, yes. You must have read my mind. I’ve been meaning to tell you, I need you to come to Portugal. The weather is so nice here and I’m having the overlords over next week.
Me: I’ve been trying to investigate who is killing the slaves.
Master: Has there been another murder?
Me: No, but it’s only a matter of time. I’ve narrowed it down to five men, including Dr. Lansbury. I have more evidence that proves it’s him.
Master: Do you have live feed of him doing it?
Fuck. How many times was I going to tell him whoever was doing this was breaking through our security system?
Me: No.
Master: Even more the reason for you to come visit. We can discuss this then. Maybe start searching for new doctors and then I’ll interview them. I’ll book your tickets tomorrow.
Interesting. He’d never let me search for the doctors myself.
I tried to figure out what this meant. Either he wanted me to take all responsibility as he’d told me to all my life or he was just giving me the illusion that he would give me more control over the operation to keep me calm.
At least he said tickets, so a two-way flight. I sighed Why did I suspect the latter?
I tossed and turned on my bed until dawn before going down to her cell.
When the door slid open, I found her sitting on the floor with her back to me.
"Little One?" It was strange because we'd already established that she was to meet me on her hands and knees.
I gave her time, knowing she wasn't okay today.
Eventually, in a very lazy manner she did as expected.
I turned on the light. Her face was wet with trails of tears.
I sighed because a part of me wanted to hold her but I couldn't. Fuck it.
I sat on the corner of her bed. "Come," I said to her and opened my arms. The shock quickly left her expression then she joined me on the bed. We were two naked adults skin to skin. I held her while her cheek rested on my chest.