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I walked over to kiss her, but she obviously wasn’t in the mood. “Are you okay?” This was a stupid question, I know, but I had nothing else to say, and I didn’t want to just leave her like that.
“I’m great! It’s every girl’s dream to have their boyfriend leave at 11 in the night after not coming to bed for hours,” she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes.
I deserved that.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, my palm holding her cheek.
“You know I do. More than anyone else.”
“Good. I love you, precious.” I placed one last kiss on her lips, and she curled up in the bed.
Grabbing my coat, I walked out of the apartment and made my way to the property. I needed this done once and for all. She needed to be free, and I needed her to thrive with her freedom.
“How long has he been out ?” I wondered to myself but I didn’t fucking care. His lips were parched and hunger growled in his stomach. He cracked open his eyes to better perceive how deep in shit he was but he caused this on himself.
Blackness continued to engulf him. A tremor of panic vibrated in his core. He was blind, sightless, motionless, restrained. He was as good as dead, a lamb awaiting slaughter. Poultry breathing its last lungful before the bloodied knife would steal it forever more. That slight tremor increased in intensity until he physically shook in time with it.
“He’s in pretty bad shape,” Kamadge said with a smile streaked across his face. This man lived to torture and that’s why he’s always the right man for these kinds of jobs.
“That’s how I wanted him.”
He tried to wrench his arms free and felt narrow straps dig into his flesh. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I called out to him. I was not sane at this moment.
He screamed in agony and relentlessly thrashed against the restraints with his forearms. They cut deeper, drawing blood, yet he remained oblivious to the pain. Every instinct compelled him to battle this invisible adversary, break free from these bonds, and regain his long-lost freedom.
He jerked his head backward, the impact leaving him momentarily disoriented. Repeatedly, he collided with the unyielding metal table, attempting to break free from his restraints. His cries reverberated, a blend of fury and panic, but I remained unfazed. The oppressive air invaded his mouth, inducing a gag reflex. The metallic tang of blood commingled with the putrid odor of waste, like tendrils of decay clawing their way down his throat and lodging in his heart. He was on the brink of death, yet I wasn’t prepared for his demise just yet.
“Who are you?” He managed to cough up, but I didn’t answer. I had no words to waste on him. Just a final line of pain to deliver right at his feet.
He tried to cry for help, but his throat was raw from shouting and his lips were long-deprived of liquid; a gasp bubbled from his lips instead. The distinct sound of swishing cloth reached his ears. It was coming closer.
He listened for an excruciating moment. Kam had told me that they had left him to rot, to die in the darkness. His tortured throat let out a pathetic cry as he attacked his bonds with the remainder of his strength.
He let his aching body collapse onto the metallic surface, breathing heavily.
My voice was crisp and cool, all warmth drained by a lack of compassion. “He looks battered. And he’s one of the...”
The implications of this request hadn’t the time to register in his mind before a hard fist, mine, wrenched the rough bag from his head, ripping out some of his hair in the process. He cried out as bright illumination wormed its way through his eyes and into his brain, eating away at his nerves, biting them raw.
Blistering scabs were ripped open inside his head as the parasitic rays of light feasted upon his flesh, flaying him bloody from the inside. Through the haze of agony, he heard the two voices conferring above his prone form.
“—ugliest motherfucker I’ve seen in a while.”
He wasn’t ugly because of his looks but all the actions he’s done.
“Why are you doing this?”
“You fucked with the wrong girl years ago and I’m not over it. It cost her many years of pain and agony and I wouldn’t be a good boyfriend if I didn’t make you feel how she felt all these years,” I answered icily.
He gasped and groaned, eyes rolled back into his head. He tried to close his eyes, but Kam was keeping them open with his large fingers, covered in pepper spray. Froth danced on his lips, and his whole form shivered in faint spasms, all the fight gone from him.
“This is for thinking it’s okay to go about and abuse women,” I said after giving him a punch in the face with my right hand. “And this,” I spoke, pulling the gun from the table, “is for messing with a woman named Azzaria Willis.”
As I pulled the trigger to his forehead, sweet oblivion slowly accepted him into its grim grasp; his body went limp and blood platted all over the place.
“Dispose of the body,” I ordered and the men got to work. I went around the sink to clean up and a feeling of accomplishment washed over me. He’s dead, Michael’s dead. Two of the world’s most disgusting men are finally being put down and I couldn’t be happier.
Kamadge walked close, handing me a folder as thick as the novels I see Azzaria read on a daily basis. “We found this at his place, it’s everything he has on your girl. He’s been stalking her for months, plotting her death too, and there’s a tape. Luckily we beat him too it.”
