Chapter 8 #2
“Why are you doing this?!” She pleads, probably hoping that I’ll give her a somewhat decent answer, that I have some sort of humanity left in me.
But she’s wrong. My soul left my body the moment I started doing this.
I circle around her again, digging the hook into her already open wounds that the knife left behind.
The sharp tip snags on her fleshy fat and she screams, fuck, I love it.
Coming back round to the front of her again, I slowly dragged the hook down her exposed stomach, over the apex of thighs, just barely grazing her pussy.
“You wanna know why I’m doing this?” I ask her, genuinely curious to see if she wants the answer whilst rubbing the hook between her slit, catching her clit with the sharp tip every time I reach the top.
She nods profusely, her teeth crashing together in her mouth.
My empty hand takes a hold of her face again, gently cupping her jaw in my palm, her body betrays her as she begins to melt into my touch as I bring my lips to the shell of her ear. She stills for a moment.
“Because I can.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I’ve gouged the hook into her pussy.
The colour drains from her face instantly, her mouth agape.
The horror forever etched into her features at my betrayal.
Keeping my grip on her face I force the hook deeper into her cavity, forcing it past the meaty walls of her cunt.
Blood starts to pool on my hands, making the weapon slippery.
She tries to speak, but her words are no longer there.
“Pl.. Please.. I.. I..”
I bring my mouth away from her face and tilt my head to the side, taking in her last moments, etching the scene to memory for me to reminisce on.
“It’s always the same with you women isn’t it.
Begging. Crying. Moaning. Good for nothing, pieces of shit.
” I taunt then tighten my grip on the hook and yank downwards in one swift movement.
The whore’s reproductive system splats to the floor with a wet smack, the crimson liquid pissing out of her gaping hole.
Immediately her head drops between her shoulders like a dead weight as she slowly starts to bleed out all over the floor.
Moving my feet, I step away from the lifeless meat sack, feeling pleased with my work. I already know my father will be proud of me.
***
Present Day.
I have Annabelle exactly where I want her.
Leaving her dumbfounded at the elevator was priceless.
She recognised me instantly from the moment I walked into her boss’s office and tipped her world upside down.
It’s funny to think that only a couple of days ago, my fingers were knuckle deep into her virgin pussy, and now I’m her client.
I needed a solid plan to insert myself into her life and paying Brandon Franklin, head and CEO of Franklin and Co a stupid amount of money for a bogus case was the perfect cover.
I know what you’re thinking, why go to all this trouble when I could just drag her off the street and have my way with her?
Well, I’m more than capable of doing such a thing but, I want to taunt her, I want her crawling the walls with need, I want her so desperate to fall for me that when I finally break her, it will be devastatingly beautiful to witness.
She’s a means to an end, nothing more. Yeah I’ll probably get to fuck her multiple times but once I’ve discarded of her, I’ll move onto the next one.
I will have her. I will own her soul, her body, her sanity. Everything about her will be mine. I’ve paid a fuck ton of money to a fake case to secure her, and I won’t have it wasted.
Over the course of the week I’ve been in contact with Annabelle over email discussing the case, being the ever charming man that I am.
I’ve wormed my way in a little bit more like a parasite, asking about her day, what’s her favourite coffee order, her favourite food.
You know, showing interest and Lord is she eating the attention up.
She’s starved for it and what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t the one to give it to her.
I’ve even asked her out to dinner. I’ve never taken a woman to dinner in my life, but if I want something badly, I’m going to do what I can to get it.
I know it’s strictly against guidelines for clients to date employees but I know her boss won’t deny it, after all, winning my case will give him the fucking rock hard ego boost he thinks he deserves.
I could show him a few things on the art of getting what you want.
My flirty and charismatic persona has obviously won Annabelle over as she agreed to my date this evening.
I haven’t mentioned that I was the one to make her come on that crowded dance floor, I’ll be keeping that morsel of information to myself.
A little bargaining chip if you will, and she hasn’t given her theory away about knowing it was me either.
I won’t give her that answer, we can play this forbidden game for as long as I want.
I don’t have to pick Annabelle up for a couple more hours, so what better way to entertain myself than to drop in on my future in-laws. After all, I will have my debt paid. One way or another.