Page 5 of All Your Pain
“Please, let me go, I swear I won’t go to the police, I won't tell anyone what I saw,” she whispers as she starts to wriggle underneath me, trying to get free. Her thighs end up brushing against my cock making me groan.
If she keeps that up I definitely won’t be able to wait until we’re home to fuck her.
“Oh you sweet, little thing. I know you’re not going to tell anyone anything but I’m not done with you yet.” I stand up, taking her with me by the collar of her clothes and before she can fight me off or try to run, I bend down to hoist her over my shoulder.
Her scent washes over me like a soft breeze,lavender and honey.Fuck, she’s going to taste so sweet.
I grab her bag as I head for my car. She kicks and screams the entire way. Someone might hear her but if they do I know no one will help in this part of town, plus I’m enjoying the way her fear sounds too much to put a stop to it.
No matter how hard she fights me she won’t be able to hurt me. But she’s stirring something long dormant inside me, that need to know what it feels like to hurt and bleed.
“Use your claws all you want, little kitten, but remember, if you try to run I can cut the tendons in your heels. Keep scratching and I can pull your nails out one by one. I’ve got a lot of experience in how to be creative when it comes to making people hurt.”
“You’re crazy!” she sobs against my back.
“Thank you for noticing,” I say as I toss her into the trunk of my car. She lands on her back with a grunt and immediately tries to scramble her way out but I lean in, putting a knee on her stomach and holding her throat down with one hand.
“The more you fight the better it is for me.”
“You’re sick!” she spits in my face and I smile. Then she goes still and pale as she seems to resign herself to her fate. Her tears stop and a strange sense of calm settles over her.
Something in me changes like a switch being flipped, whatever the new feeling is I don’t understand it but I get the overwhelming urge to kiss her. I ignore it and focus on restraining her. With rope from my trunk, I tie her wrists in front of her, then her ankles and after a brief hunt around for some tape I slap it over her mouth. As much as I’d like to hear her all the way home I can’t risk getting caught.
She’s mine.
Her shouts of protest start back up as I slam the trunk closed on her. I’m itching to get in the driver's seat and speed home but I just need to photograph my kills to finish the job.
After tossing her bag in the back seat, I jog back to my crime scene and stage the bodies so it looks like they killed each other. Any competent detective will quickly figure out that’s not the case but my client didn’t seem fussed by that. The job simply stated to make it bloody, stage the scene and leave the bodies to be found. It’s one of the more simple requests I’ve had.
Working as a contract killer is an easy job for me, one that I enjoy and pays very well. I’m one of the best in the business ifsomeone wants it done bloody. Requests for clean kills are rare and I only take them if I need some quick cash for something.
After another sweep of the scene to make sure there’s nothing left to tie it to me, I head back to my car for the short drive home. Conveniently for me, this job was close to home and I’m so glad I took it. Who knows what trouble my little kitten might have found herself in, if I wasn’t there to take her in.
The thought of her being found by those two men or anyone else makes a sort of fury build up inside me.
Weird. I’ve never felt like that before, then again I’ve never had a hot witness to chase down with the intent of fucking them senseless before.
3
WILLOW
I’m not sure how long I’m stuck in the trunk of the psycho's car for, but when we come to a stop and he opens it up it’s still night time so it couldn’t have been that long. We must still be in the city then, not like that information does me much good to know.
Once I realized my muffled screams were getting me nowhere I used the time alone in the dark to try and calm down and come up with a plan to get out of this, which as of now, is still nonexistent.
We stare at each other in silence for a moment, his head tilts to the side as he observes me like I’m a specimen under a microscope. Then, as if I weigh nothing, he picks me up and carries me in his arms up to his house.
I try my best to not focus on how his arms and solid chest feel against me or how tight his grip is. Just because I've never been touched by another man before, in any way, shouldn't make me enjoy any of his attention. He doesn’t stop me as I focus on my surroundings instead, which I feel doesn’t bode well for my future.
His car is parked outside a two door garage that’s separate to the large house we’re walking up to. I can just see past his arm to the long driveway behind him that leads to a huge solid metal gate and tall stone wall that wraps around the estate like a fortress.
Even if I managed to get away from him, there’s no chance I could scale it. If I can bide my time and find a way to unlock it then I might have a chance. Otherwise, I'm well and truly trapped here for however long he decides to keep me around for.
My lip starts to throb and I realize I’ve been biting down on it too hard behind the tape, the pain seems to help ground me. Although swallowing the taste of blood makes my stomach churn.
His lazy smirk is back on his face after it vanished for that brief moment when he had me pinned to the ground earlier.
Part of me had the urge to kiss him then and still does now. There’s a scar on his lip, a deep gouge and I keep finding myself looking at it, wanting to touch it with my fingers and tongue. I shake the thoughts away and ignore the strange heat in my lower belly. This man is a murderer and a kidnapper. The disgusting things he did to those men will soon happen to me.