Chapter 86
Following at a safe distance, I trail Michelle and the poor fool hoping for a quick fuck. It’s not his fault he doesn’t know what an evil bitch she is.
They stop down the hall, standing before a door that reads Staff Only. The man turns, observing Rose’s step-monster with a devouring blue gaze. Malice and rage flood my bloodstream, and it takes every ounce of quickly dissolving willpower for me to keep my steps casual.
Sam turns the doorknob as I pass, pulling Michelle into the darkened room with a sly smile on his face.
Before the door snicks shut, my booted foot stops it.
Leaning against the wall, I pull my phone from the zippered pocket below the stab wound on my thigh. My breaths are hushed, measured, as I pretend to scroll on the device in my hand. However, I’m straining to hear any sound coming from the staff room.
Eventually, the hurried breaths and muffled moans of fornication can be heard. My body becomes a live wire as I slip as silently as possible into the room. Pulling the mask from my pocket, I slip it back on as the door closes, and I lock it.
Michelle’s eyes widen in shock when she catches my form moving into the room. In nothing but the moonlight streaming through the circular windows, the room is dim, shadows and darkened corners everywhere.
I dip in and out of the darkness as she attempts to dislodge Sam’s hand from over her mouth. But he’s focused on the finish line, and how quickly he can get there.
A dart board hangs on the wall, and I make my way toward it. Michelle keens a fearful wail, and Sam groans in response.
I lift my finger to my covered lips, gesturing for her to shhh without making a sound.
Pulling three darts free of the board, and grabbing the other three that sit waiting for a new game, I spin to face to duo fucking against the far wall.
Michelle watches with wide, horrified eyes as I weigh the sharp projectile in my palm, gauging the shot.
She shakes her head back and forth as I raise my hand.
Rearing back, I use far too much strength when I send it flying across the distance.
The dart lodges itself below Sam’s shirtless shoulder blade, and his entire body tenses. Before he can rear back in pain, I send two more forcefully whistling through the air. They land close together, piercing the base of his spine right above his pasty white ass.
I pocket the other three darts as Sam’s hand leaves Michelle’s mouth, reaching around to try and feel what’s causing his agony.
However, I’m storming across the distance, plowing into the fucking couple before they can escape each other’s embrace.
Pulling handcuffs from the pocket of my tactical vest, I wrench Sam’s hands behind his back.
I cinch them as tight as possible, until they are digging into his skin, threatening to slice him open and expose the inner workings of his wrists.
It’s only fair I subject him to the same torment as he wrought on my bloodflower.
My left hand slams down over Sam’s mouth as I retrieve the remaining three darts, stabbing them into his back, penetrating the same spot Rose was shot. He wails against my palm, and I suck the sound into my lungs, hoping it will satiate my burning desire for retribution.
It doesn’t, and my sight tears into the vile woman before me. Her strapless dress is tugged down and bunched around her hips, tits saggy enough to tie in a knot. My cock retreats at the sight of her partially naked form, as her eyes plead for mercy.
Sam screams as I dig the darts in, twisting them as he revolts against me. He’s not going fucking anywhere until I’m done with him, and the whore still attached to him at the dick.
“What’s the matter, Sam? Can’t cum when you’re not the one in control?”
He whimpers, body starting to go limp in my hold.
Fucking pussy. What man can’t withstand a little torture?
I pull the darts free, the new wave of agony firing Sam to life once more. Curling my arm around his body, I lay my weight further into the couple.
Looking to Michelle, I growl, “Don’t fucking scream, and maybe I’ll let you live.” She nods erratically.
What a moron. Like I’d ever let her live. She’s the whole reason Rose was sold.
I remove my palm from Sam’s mouth, pinching his lips together as I drive a dart through the top. The pointed tip penetrates through the underside of his bottom lip, and he drops, trying to escape my wrath.
My knee wedges between his thighs, keeping him upright and pinned until my mission is complete.
His flailing deadweight is a bitch to hold, but I make quick work of sealing his lips shut with the other two darts.
Sam passes out cold, sagging against me. This isn’t nearly as fun if they aren’t kicking and screaming, begging for a second chance at a life I don’t give two shits about.
Unsheathing a throwing knife from my thigh, I look to Michelle as I whisper, “I wish I had time to drag this out and make you suffer, but I have somewhere I’d much rather be.”
Her gaze is puzzled.
Faster than a whip, I jam the blade into Sam’s jugular. Pulling it free just as fast in order to shower Michelle in a river of arterial spray.
Sam gurgles, slumping against Michelle as he slowly expires. His flaccid, mediocre cock slips from her as I shove him to the floor.
My gaze locks with the step-monster’s. “You said…” she starts. But I don’t give her time to finish. My blade finds its new home deep in her abdomen, over and over again, as I hold her hostage against the wall under her jaw.
“Rose sends her most insincere regards,” I snarl as I devour the sight of the light draining from her eyes.