23. Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Him
T hat fucking cunt. She was my toy and now he has her. I saw her in front of that mountain guy’s house last night. Heard them talking as I hid behind the corner of his house, shielded by the trees. I always knew she was a worthless whore, but to see her in there, being fucked by that asshole, sent a rage through me like nothing before. It’s not that I give a fuck that someone else is in her pussy. She’s nothing to me but a hole to put my dick in, but she’s my toy, and he has no right to her.
It's now late; I’ve waited until the house was empty, my heart pounding in my chest, to leave my mark, a chilling sign that would let her know I have finally tracked her down. I want to savor a few moments with my toy, but the thought of breaking her fragile neck makes my cock hard.
The pounding of my heart echoes the fury surging through my veins, and my fists clench tightly, as his words fuel a fire of defiance within me. I dig into my palms as my muscles tense. A searing heat flushes my face, making my cheeks burn with a mix of fury and betrayal. It’s as if every nerve in my body is on edge, electrified by the intensity of my emotions.
The world around me seems to blur, my focus solely fixates on the scene unfolding before my eyes. Anguish and disbelief, intertwined with the rage, creates a tumultuous storm within me. My breaths come in shallow gasps, each one fueled by a potent mix of hatred.
Time seems to slow down as my mind races, trying to process the sight that etches itself into my memory. The mere thought of her willingly surrendering herself to that despicable man. She never willingly submitted to me, and she was my fucking toy.
It’s a sickening cocktail of jealousy, humiliation, and a profound sense of loss. She is mine! Mine to control, mine to fuck, mine to take out my anger on. Her pain felt so good, almost as good as getting my dick wet.
I don’t even like her, but she is my toy to play games with. It’s ecstasy to cause her pain.
My body trembles involuntarily, a physical manifestation of the turmoil within. Adrenaline surges through my system, causing my muscles to twitch and quiver. The intensity of my emotions is overwhelming, threatening to consume me entirely.
Images of that Paul Bunyon-looking motherfucker thrusting into the toy that belongs to me won’t stop playing over and over in my mind. The look on her face, one of pleasure and ecstasy, makes me sick to my stomach. I never allowed her to enjoy being fucked.
In this moment, anger becomes a force that fuels my every move. The need for revenge, for retribution, blazes through me like wildfire. I vow to make them both suffer, to inflict upon them more pain than they could imagine.
Feeling my high wear off I pull out a small vile of white powder, using a rolled-up dollar bill from my pocket, I snort a line, inhaling the substance that will give me the numbness I’m always chasing.
With a newfound determination, I step away from the corner of the house, my anger propelling me forward. The time to confront them is coming soon, to let them know the devastating impact their actions are going to have on their life. They must be punished for what they have taken from me.
I’ve seen that cunt fucked by other men before. In the past, I would drug her and allow my police friends to fuck her. Good thing I’m a cop, so I can cover up her death and lead the investigation away from me. We got a new captain, and he’s always riding my ass. He’s warned me if I don’t get off the blow and pills that he’s going to fire me. The fucker even demanded that I take leave to go get myself clean. That whiny little bitch can’t fire me. I have too many of those guys in my pocket. When I let them fuck my wife, I secretly videotaped them. All I have to do is release those tapes and that entire department goes straight to hell. They paid good money to do it, assured their wives would never find out. It meant they didn’t have to go out and cheat on them with random whores because there was no one to tell on them. Well, no one conscious anyway. Sometimes we’d pull a train on her and she wouldn’t even know because she was such a whore. I know she loved being fucked by so many men. She’d moan while they were thrusting into her.
That bastard stole pussy from me without paying for it. Owning that cunt is the only benefit I have to being married to her. She and that little brat. I’ve been waiting for Kenzi to get old enough to sell. There’s a buyer willing to pay me half a million when she turns six. Three more years and I’ll get another pay day.
Even though I just watched through the window and jacked off, I’m still pissed. I knew he wouldn’t let me use that pussy, so I had to make do, once I got hard from watching. She’s going to pay for giving my pussy away for free.
Filled with fury, I barge into the dimly lit, silent house, my clenched fists trembling with rage. A surge of euphoria bursts within me, my heart racing with exhilaration at the prospect of witnessing her suffering.
The crashing and breaking sounds create a symphony that I find delightful. With a sharp sound, the fabric rips apart and the slut’s clothes tear in half. Destroying the photos of that annoying child is such a joy. There is a certain pleasure in the act of demolishing things. Completely obliterating everything in my sight.
As I tear through the cloth, I inhale deeply, relishing the satisfaction of bringing that woman to tears. My hands start to tremor. Time for more pills. The familiar sound of the bottle rattling cuts through the silence of the room as I shake out an agreeable dose. I wish I had my smack on me, but the pills will take the edge off for now. Swallowing them down, I pause and survey the carnage, and I can’t help feeling like I’m unstoppable.