Page 113 of I Never Stopped Loving You

“What the fuck is that?” Parker asks as I lift the fun little toy.

“This? Nothing good, I can tell you that. I got it from a friend of a friend. I think his name is Luca…He got it from Saudi Arabia…I think.”

I let the leather braids rest against my other palm as I slowly look at him in the eye. I want him to see the hellfire burning from inside me from behind the mask.

“Why?”

One word from his lips. One fucking syllable and it’s like the world is threatening to suffocate me.

“Why? Why?! Why did you constantly beat your wife and daughter, James?”

*Snap*

The braids lash out, gripping his upper bicep before ripping free, tearing holes into his shirt and gouging into his flesh.

His screams fill the air as I take another deep inhale of the cool, damp air now filled with his pain. Tremors run down my spine causing my entire body to shudder from the pleasure. Fuck, it’s never felt this good.

“What the fuck…What…”

“Why did you kill your wife?”

*Snap*

Another hit, but this one against his thigh. The barbs dig in, their shape perfectly designed to embed into the flesh then rip it free from his body as I pull back.

I don’t give him a second to breathe before I strike again, this one in his side.

*Snap*

“Where is she?”

*Rip*

Blood splatters as I rip the blades free from his body. The droplets land on the mask, my shirt, and the floor. His clothes are staining a dark red like the dark stain I found that night I went to find her.

*Snap*

“Pl…please?” he whimpers as the next lashing to his other arm gets stuck for a millisecond before ripping free causing his body to slump forward.

He sobs as blood continues to flow from his body puddling on the floor. If I’m not careful, this won’t last long. I need to keep him alive.

Alive for her.

I toss the whip back onto the table. Chunks of mangled flesh are still clinging to the barbs. The putrid stench of his vomit hits me as the sound of it hitting the floor echoes. I need to clean him off then cauterize the wounds.

I grab the nearest knife to me. It’s not my sharpest, but it’ll do.

“Please…No more…”

“Shut up!”

*Smack*

His head snaps to the side as I backhand him across the face to shut him up.

“Pl…”

“I said shut the fuck up!”