Vincent
Dragging the body was not my first rodeo but sometimes I hated my hands on filthy people who piss me off. I was calm but not enough to silence the storm raging inside.
I wanted to spill blood. The urge was strong.
The fucker dared to touch what's mine. Hurt her. Probably take her to his home where he would do things to her body while she is defenseless, weak from struggling too much. He needed to pay what he is done.
One day she will understand why I'm doing this to her sake. She will feel my love for her and there will be no need to run, she will come back to me, begging me for protection and I gladly will give her everything she needs. She just needs to understand that.
Our first meeting was unpredictable, unfortunately but there was no way I would let the fucker take her away from me. My little beauty met me sooner than I wanted but if my plan works, there will be nothing between us anymore, she just need to accept me.
My cock stirred in my pants when I remember her taste on my mouth from her cherry lips.
Fuck, the little vixen was too innocent for a man like me but I couldn't give a fuck. She was mine for eternity, end of story.
She doesn't know it but I was in the bookstore in the city after my sales increased with my second book "Taunting dreams" two years ago, it was a dark tale between two broken souls trying to connect through pain and pleasure, seeking comfort in their own ways but there weren't many people who liked dark stories like that, they thought it's too gruesome, too twisted for publication.
The darkness was imprinted on me when I first killed my mom's boyfriend. And I would gladly do it again but nothing will bring her back, no matter how much I stabbed him, nothing will bring back my Ma back.
The first kill was self-defense, then I started to go after corrupted people like him with my own ways, using the knowledge of police data I had after I started working as a detective. No one knew my secret for writing dark stories about twisted love, it was the only way to cope with my painful past.
The law didn't suspect me because they know I'm the best who brings down criminals and to do that you need to be a criminal yourself.
I always clean the mess after I kill someone and this time will be no different.
Slamming my cabin's door open with my foot, I drag dear Charles into the basement where I liked to play with my victims. The cabin was secluded in a forest miles away from the city so I didn't need to worry if someone will hear him screaming when I start toying with my tools.
Lifting him into my torture chair, I immediately start to tie his hands and legs together and secure them between chair bars so he doesn't escape. Dragging the chain from the floor, I lock his left ankle down so he can't even get away if he suddenly decides to be stupid and jump at me.
Looking at my handiwork, I walk to the table and prepare my things for when he wakes up.
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Hearing a groan behind me, I turn around to see the man blinking in confusion when he starts to gets his bearings back. Grinning from ear to ear, I come closer to him.
"The sleeping beauty finally is awake. Good, I almost thought you're dead," my cheerful voice makes him snap his eyes to me, seeing my towering frame standing in front of him. His fear is evident when he looks down and sees himself chained and tied as he tries to tug from them free.
"W-what the fuck, man? Who are you?" His voice wobbles and I crouch down so we are in eye level, my arms hanging over my knees.
"Aren't you into kinky shit like this? I thought you will love to be tied down while I get to fuck with you," I grin wider.
I know the man was a sadist who liked to play with girls when he makes them suffer so of course my girl was on his radar since she was creating dark art for sick bastards like him. He thought my Arianna has the same kinks like him, hence the taste from her creations.
"Please, don't do this man. Let me go," he begs and tries to let himself free from the restraints again, to see if his strength can loosen them.
"You should've thought of that when my girl begged you to let her go but no, you didn't listen, you still dragged her to your car and fucking slapped her!" Growling under my breath, I felt like losing control again, remembering the parking's lot footage how he yanked her to his vehicle with force.
Her phone in the bag let me listen what's happening to her and when I heard her cry out, I was done waiting.
Charles flinches, regarding me with a wary stare," You're the husband?"
Fuck, him saying that I'm Arianna's husband makes me feel even bigger when I smirk at him, my smile probably makes me look like a psychopath but I don't care.
"Yes, you dared to touch my wife and you know what I do to people who do harm to the woman I love?"
He swallows hard and shakes his head.
My grin stretches," I make them suffer much longer, twice as that. Not until you will beg and cry for your mommy to save you, not until you will repent your sins for what you did to my wife. I will pull out your eyeballs, put them on that table behind me, see that? Yes, I will make yourself watch how I carve your skin inside and out, making my own newest artwork from your flesh and bones and when you can't make a sound anymore, I will feed your dick down your throat because I'm kinky like that so yes, now you know what I will do to you. My girl will never cry because of another son of a bitch like you."
My speech makes him piss himself when I see yellow urine leaking out of his trousers to the ground beneath the chair.
My dark eyes lock on his," You know, don't take it personal but I'm a possessive mother fucker but that's why you're here and not with her. Your pathetic decisions lead you to this mess."
His breathing picks up with every each of my word, his eyes misty from tears," Arianna never said that she is married, she even wanted me to make one of her fantasies to life so excuse me for not seeing that she is cheating on someone. You have to belie-" My fist collides with his face before he can spell more lies about my love.
The blow knocks the wind out of him when he wheezed with his blood on the nose, not expecting for me to punch him.
Grabbing his jaw forcefully with my gloved fingers, I pinch his cheeks," Tell me another fucking lie, you will suffer more for what's store for you. And keep my wife's name out of your fucking mouth before I cut out your tongue," my rage is visible in my eyes when the bastard whimpers in pain.
"Nod if you fucking understand me," I shake his face hard enough to see stars but he nods like a bitch he is.
Letting his face go, I smile again," So let's start, shall we? The night only is getting started."