Chapter 23 #2
“That will hold you for a while,” I say to him, even though he can’t fucking hear me, and I head back up to the bar.
I finish cleaning my area, and once I’ve given my register drawer to Van, he asks me again if I’m okay, and I tell him I will be just fine.
Giving me a not so convincing smile, Van tells me good night and leaves for the night. Just in time for me to play.
The club is quiet, and the lights are off as I head up to my apartment to change clothes before I head downstairs. While in the elevator, I pull out my phone and notice a text from Saxon.
Saxon:
Can’t stop thinking of your perfect pussy dripping all over my lips.
Ever the romantic. My cheeks do, however, blush at his crudeness. I smile as I type out my response.
Me:
If you leave her be for too long, she’ll start to miss that tongue of yours.
I pocket my cell, hoping that it doesn’t sound too needy, but at the moment, I need to focus. I have a man that’s due to meet the grim reaper tonight, and I don’t want him to be late.
The elevators open, and I see Edmund is still very much passed out.
Good, this gives me time to prepare. I go through my routine of setting up the plastic drop cloths, laying them out on the floor and covering the walls so no blood leaks through.
Just as I’m laying out the tools I’ve stashed behind a piece of loose drywall, I hear Edmund moaning, as if he’s finally waking up.
Perfect timing, my friend. Time for some fun.
“Wh-what the fuck?” I removed his gag once I got down here so he could talk.
Plus, I was worried he was going to throw up and kill himself by suffocating on his own vomit.
Not today, Edmund. He pulls at his arms and then his legs, which are still tightly secured to the chair he’s occupying, and begins to thrash harder when he realizes he’s tied down.
“Where the fuck am I? Help! Please someone help me!” he bellows, his voice bouncing off the walls and piercing my ears with his annoyingly high-pitched voice.
“Shh, you’re hurting my ears. Plus, no one is going to hear you anyway, so I suggest you save your energy,” I say with the sweetest voice I can muster. Edmund whips his head from side to side, trying to see me, but he’ll have no luck since I’m standing behind him.
“Wh-who are you? Why am I here?” He’s almost crying—we haven’t even started and this prick is already tearing up. Pathetic.
“Edmund, Edmund, Edmund.” I draw out his name while flipping open my butterfly knife in quick succession.
The sound of the metal is music to my ears.
“The funny thing is, you know why you’re here.
Probably not my reason, since you’ve stacked up a pretty high list of fucked-up shit you’ve done.
Yeah, I’ve been keeping tabs on you. You’re a videographer, the man behind the camera.
” I start walking slowly around the man in the chair, my boots echoing off the concrete floor until I’m standing right in front of him.
“Capturing all the vial and heinous activities people pay you money for. Oh yeah, I’m well aware of your fetishes.
And unluckily for me, I was one of your main characters once.
You may not remember me since it was soooo long ago, but I do.
I remember it quite vividly. Even though I’d rather forget. ”
A memory plays in front of me like a movie clip.
Young, frightened, and wrapped in an itchy brown blanket with nothing covering my body beneath.
Young, I was so fucking young and terrified as my eyes peered around the room that was set up to look like a makeshift school room.
Vomit was held back by my constant swallowing.
I tried hard not to let the tears fall, especially when I remembered the evil monster who brought me here: my own mother.
You see, my mother was dabbling in the underground porn industry.
Fast becoming blinded by her greed from how much men will pay for this type of content.
She’d even gained a small group of employees, or women actually, that had become her stars in such content.
However, unluckily for me, her girl that was booked for this specific scene had fallen ill.
And would you believe it, my mother offered me up instead.
I refused, obviously. How the hell could a mother do this to her own child?
That was exactly what I was, a child. While I fought tooth and nail for her to consider someone else, she threatened a punishment worse than death.
Throwing me to my father’s men for their own pleasure.
And while this was not the savory option, I knew one man was better than a whole club of disgusting, vile, and filthy heathens. So, I surrendered.
Standing on that set, the director, Edmund, went through the script with me.
All the while, I prayed for death to come for me.
Come collect me now, Mr. Grim Reaper. I will leave with you willingly.
But it never came. That day, I was forced to do things no fifteen-year-old girl should have done.
Scarring me mentally and physically for the rest of my life.
The whole time my mother watched on, clutching her designer bag with a cynical smile across her face.
All she saw were dollar signs, while I lost another fragment of my tortured soul.
This incident alone awarded Edmund a spot on my kill list.
A sudden inhale of breath rips me from the memory, and I’m grateful. Edmund has finally connected the dots and recognizes me. His eyes practically bulge from their sockets.
“Sk-Skylar?”
“Bingo. I’m quite impressed you got it on the first guess.” I flip the blade open in front of his face, the loud clink of the metal making him wince. Such a pussy.
“Listen, Sky, I didn’t mean—it was a long time ago.
” He can’t even get his words straight, his eyes too distracted by my blade to form a coherent sentence.
He tries to fight his restraints when I kneel in front of him.
His legs tremble as I glide my knife ever so gently across his scrawny thighs. This is going to hurt.
Without warning, I slam the blade through his thigh, his femur bone fighting my blade but soon gives way. Scream after scream pours from his throat as he tries to escape, but it’s futile.
“Edmund, I’ve grown up since you’ve last seen me, and I’ve come to realize a few things.
” I stand, leaving my knife sticking from his thigh as I begin pacing in front of him.
“My mother is an awful person, the worst of the worst, a true demon on this planet, yet you idolized her. You and so many others who either met their fate already or will soon be in your exact seat.” I cross my arms and wait for Edmund to settle down a bit more.
His cries are deafening, and I want him to understand fully why he’s here.
“My mother, Damien, and a few others from the club paid you to create, what they thought to be, cinematic masterpieces. When in reality, it sealed your fate for how you would leave this earth. Now, since you assisted in stealing a piece of my soul from me, I’m going to take a few things from you.
” I kneel down again so I’m face-to-face with this lowlife scum.
“And I promise you, Edmund, I’m going to make it very, very painful for you. ”
I rip my blade from his thigh and revel in the way he cries out in pain.
Edmund may not have been the man who touched me in those videos, but he never stopped them either.
No, he actually got off on my pain and captured every moment of my torture.
There are two types of men in this world: men who do bad things and men who see bad things happen and don’t do anything to stop it.
Both are guilty in my eyes. And Edmund is guilty.
Time to get to work.