Him
Am I going to sleep tonight? I mean is that even a question.
I brush a hand through my hair before my head falls back, overwhelmed by satisfaction. Of all the sleepless nights I’ve spent, this one is my favorite.
Giving her a piece of me, tonight, again. Two consecutive nights of fucking salvation. So many years of pent-up emotions are all on full fucking blow. My mind can explode from the frenzy.
My words were not empty threats, I as a matter of fact was about two seconds from heading downstairs; not even caring if she saw my face. But as tempting as it sounds, I need her to want me before disclosing my identity.
For now, she can believe me to be whatever she wants. A creep. A psychopath. Who cares? I can be both.
But right at this moment, the view in front of me is that of exceptionally erotic satisfaction and I absolutely want to indulge myself into it; without having a worry in the world.
Fucking exquisite this woman. The innocent flamethrower. Yes, that’s what she is.
An appetizing three course meal sleeping virtuously. Ignoring the devil who’s watching, waiting to have just a taste. So na?ve. So pure. Adorable!
Smiling at the feed, I feel my groin hurt. The questions that haunt my mind every single day... How long are you going to make me wait, muffin? And do I even have it in me to fucking wait? Because now when I’ve had a taste, do I even want to stop?
As questionable as it may sound, but my palette is adapting rapidly to the taste of traumatizing her. And regretfully, it tastes fucking glorious.
But then this was not even the beginner’s mode of the punishment that I’ve deemed her worthy of. Pictures of her weeping on the news of Veer’s demise resurface in my mind.
I take one last gulp of the whiskey before crashing the glass on the table. Rivulets of warm blood run through my hands; shards of broken glass creating their artwork from the palm of my hands, down to the floor. Although my breathing is heavy for entirely different reasons.
Removing the shards from my hands, I wonder if I could wipe my wounded palm on her ass. Would that be an apt punishment? How would my blood look on her pretty smooth skin. I wish I could bathe her in it; paint her in red from top to bottom, before devouring her whole.
A buzz on my phone interrupts my fantasy. Exhaling a pained breath, I shake back to reality.
“What’s it Black?”
“What did I interrupt lover boy?”
“What the heck do you want? Why are you calling? Fast...” I’m actually so damn pissed at this guy right now. And it only infuriates me further when I remember what he did last night. If I had the time and energy to focus on him, his jaws would have been rearranged for good.
“Ooo... boiling with rage! Is it because she pulled the joint off my fingers?” I can picture him smiling devilishly, “Wish I could have gotten a chance to puff on it later. Must have been sweeter, more intoxicating, who knows?” he says amusingly.
The bastard has the audacity to make a comment like that even after knowing all the years of my obsession with her.
“You know, you can tell me directly if you want to end your life. Why make it such an ordeal for both of us?”
“You really love her. Don’t you? Wanting to kill your best friend over a woman.”
“I’ll hang up if you don’t tell me what you want in the next five seconds... five four three...”
“Okay. Okay I’m telling you. It was important or I wouldn’t have called.”
“...two...one...”
“The queen bee... I think I found her.” His answer is almost instantaneous.
“What? The one that escaped that night?” I ask.
“Why are you not excited about it? You wanted to find out about her for so long.”
“Exactly... I wanted to find her. How the fuck did you manage to...” I am genuinely surprised but he interrupts me.
“Get her? When you were busy with your favorite toy last night, the two of us were on the lookout for the pusher who messaged us the night before. We bought all of the stuff he had on him.” he chuckles, “Imagine, at what cost?”
“Are my alligators happy?” I smile. All of my gang... they’re amazing but I won’t admit that to this jerk!
What I did not tell him is that last night I was not only drowned in libido, but also in blood from a certain sick douchebag’s innards; too busy to check the on goings at my cabin near the lake. Not that he wouldn’t have understood that was my art piece on the news.
“Yeah, for now. We’ll have to arrange more meat. If you’re not busy arranging yours...” the jerk taunts.
I let loose a grin, “You’ll always be such a bastard.”
“Oh, quite literally, I’ll always be.” And there goes some psychotic humor.
“Okay, so let’s arrange for a vid chat tomorrow. Let’s talk out our action plan.”
The line may be encrypted but I don’t trust telecom companies. I still prefer our own vid chat software. It is far less risky of being hacked or tracked.
“Roger that! I’ll arrange everything and ping you all about the time and everything.”
After he hangs up, I pull out the feed from yesterday. With a few clicks the vid opens on the monitor.
There’s a man with these two, when they get inside the cabin’s front. He looks suspicious but not fearful. That must’ve changed soon. I fast forward through the feed from inside the house; he looks the opposite of what he was looking while entering the house. Bound and gagged. Shocked and confused. Absolutely, Perfect!
Next, he’s on the surgery table. In Black’s favorite part of the house. He calls it the operation theatre. It is full of surgery equipment’s worthy of becoming torture tools, all courtesy of his manufacturing company. He has an obsession with surgical tools, something to do with a childhood fear.
Questioning with this side chick of a pusher goes on for around an hour during which he seems to have begged about twenty times to let him go. Pussy! Then the usual – I’m doing this for my family, I have children waiting on me at home. You wouldn’t want to orphan innocent kids.
He can cry as much as he wants but choosing our victims is done by looking extensively at all details we can get about the general life of a person, personal, professional and others. This man here seems to visit the “others” way too much. He has forced his wife to make sex tapes with strangers, which is his side gig with drug peddling. I have zero doubts that his children would ever miss him. Better fatherless than such a misfortune.
Choke him on his dirty balls, come on...I cheer silently, while Kraken hands over the already bloodied scalpel and watches as shrill scream fills the air and my headphones. Black is an excellent castrator, as he holds out the now cleanly severed balls before shoving it down the throat of the almost deceased bastard. The guy chokes on his last breaths.
All of my friends smear blood on their painted faces, going by the ritualistic promise we made at the time of forming the pack. The look on their faces is orgasmic by the way the liquid must have felt on their skin. I feel the heat inside my veins too. Two days in a row. The blood is making me hard again.
Kraken, who is a large guy lifts the dead body up and carries it to the lake a few hundred meters from the cabin. No death rituals for the children of the devil, we had unanimously decided on a horrible end to the bodies of the damned.
Predators will look natural.
They sit by watching the alligators feed for a few hours until the dawn breaks, before heading back to their individual lives. The attire, the look is all washed, clothing burnt before leaving for the day.
Gracefully done! Aesthetics are extremely important to Kraken, just as methods are important to Black. And I envy them sometimes. Because as much as I would love to try, my art work is mostly chaotic. My modus operandi is purely and absolutely of feral nature. Beastly, ripping every morsel to shreds until it gratifies my inner demons.
I look at the stinging pain rising from the palm of my right hand. That’s for you baby, I whisper in my head, my left-hand busy jerking off to the beautiful picture in front of me.
I watch her sleeping soundly in nothing but the black lace lingerie set, hands bound. And all I seek is licking the dark chocolate off her face before telling her how much I have been in love with her ever since I saw her lovely face. I just want this peace to last, the contentment of watching her sleep calmly, devoid of the usual fear that I stimulate in her head.
Soon, you’ll meet me again. Not the me that you seem to like, but the one you love to spend your time with.
Soon;I whisper to her, looking at the screen.