Page 78 of Liberated By Sin
Glancing at the sleeping toddler, I inwardly breathed a sigh of relief. Most people would feel remorse for leaving a child without their father, but this little girl was better off without the sperm donor scum the universe had saddled her with.
“Perfect,” I chirped, releasing my knife and resting coolly against the seat. We were finally making our way up to his condo twenty minutes later.
“I’d never seen anyone like you before.”
“Oh?” I feigned innocence, though I didn’t know what he was referring to.
“You afraid someone will see you?”
Ah. The mask.
“Well, this isn’t exactly the line of work I flaunt in the open. I have a day job, Mr. Sokolov, one I’d like to keep separate.
“Understandable. Can’t let the whole world know you’re a whore. I get it.”
Painful. Slow. That was how he’d die.
Men made whores.
I said nothing, stepped out of the elevator, and followed him to his door.
“After you, whore.”
Very painful.
A strange odor hit my nose when I stepped inside, but he gave me no time to process when he shoved me and locked the door behind him.
“I was quite specific in what I wanted. Meek, breakable. The last girl they sent had a mouth on her, and I had to show her how to use it, if you understand what I’m saying.”
“Did you now?”
He slid off his belt, and the noise triggered me, sending a shudder down my spine.
“Strip and get on your knees.”
Familiar words sent another shock wave through my body. He spoke like his kin. All cut from the same fucking cloth.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be,” I said, schooling the threat of a spiral and removing my mask.
The man’s eyes narrowed when they fell on mine, as if he’d seen a familiar face. “Your eyes… That’s different.”
But it was me whose glare was met with surprise. I knew he had ties to the trafficking ring that had held me captive. It was the reason I was here. But the night had become a hell of a lot more interesting when I caught a familiar scorpion tattoo on his neck.
He didn’t seem to make the connection, though I hadn’t expected him to. I was sure he’d maimed hundreds, if not thousands, of women in his time. We were all just faceless dollar signs and pieces of meat with holes for their enjoyment.
“I’m different.”
He scoffed, letting his pants fall to his ankles, and stroked his unimpressive dick. “We’ll see. But the longer you make me wait, the harder I get to fuck that sweet ass. Now, turn around and fucking strip.”
“As you wish.”
“Sir.”
The word resonatedin my ears.
“Sir.”
Turning my back on this sack of shit wasn’t easy, but I had to play the game. He had nearly a foot on me and outweighed me more than anticipated. Sheer strength and skill wouldn’t serve me well here. I needed to outsmart him, be faster, underhanded, and savage.