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“Pretty boy,” she purrs and shuts the door. “Sorry about this. Your daddy is a cunt, you’ll be better without him,” she assures him and blows a kiss before following me. I throw him into the back wall near the hay and tack, and then crouch down before him, waiting for him to come around. He’s groaning, pale, and weak, so it shouldn’t be long.
Alena sits on the hay at the side, swinging her legs back and forth. As soon as he wakes up, he starts shrieking. Lovely. I can’t even get any sense out of him, the fucking pussy, so I give up trying. I stand and leave him to scream, grabbing some of the ropes from the wall and wrapping them around my knuckles. I tug, testing them.
“Shit, okay, you’re using ropes on me later,” Alena purrs, and I wink over at her before moving to the horses. They toss their heads nervously, but I stroke their noses, talking softly to them until they settle. Animals have always liked me, it’s my only fucking saving grace.
Moving slowly so I don’t scare them, I tie one rope onto each of the four horses before reaching down and grabbing the screaming man’s arms and legs. It’s a difficult manoeuvre, but I manage to tie him to all four. I untie the horses and urge them on. Two to the back, two to the front. They move slowly at first as he screams louder, so I tap their asses until they buck and rush off.
Tearing his limbs from his body.
They stop at the door though and turn around, so I quickly untie the ropes and put them in the stalls—I’m a monster, not evil. I leave the dismembered body for someone else to clean up as Alena skips by my side as we leave.
“That was cool as shit,” she remarks. “Real Henry the VIII shit.”
I snort but carry on walking as we head to our next victim.
One is tossed from a building, another is tied to a cement brick and pitched into the river to drown. Alena guts one and bleeds out another hung from a streetlight before we hit the last name on the list.
It’s harder to find him, I have to hack into some systems. I’m not as good as Spider, but I manage, and it eventually leads us to Happy Endings—a massage parlour with a twist. It’s staffed by stolen girls and foreign women who are forced to earn their way out. They have more freedom than the trafficked girls, but not by much.
We go through the backdoor, and the security is easy to get through. Soothing spa music plays, and we pass the girls’ shower and changing room. Their living quarters are most likely in the basement—it’s not the first place like this I’ve raided.
We pass those rooms, ignoring the girls who look at us. They know better than to question two free people in this place. I bet it looks like Alena is a new girl or mine. I don’t do anything to make them believe otherwise, needing to blend in.
Stepping through another door, we reach the front area of the massage place where the actual client rooms are, and the doors shut behind us with a lock, proving they can only come out when called. It’s much nicer up front. There are stone walls with hanging candles, and it exudes money and relaxation. A woman comes from a room, tying her robe. She has tears in her eyes, her hair is a mess, and her body is bare beneath her covering. She looks up and freezes, then rushes past us, her head lowered.
Alena snarls, pulls her knife, and storms to the room. I should drag her back and focus on what we’re here for, but I don’t. She busts in the door, slamming it behind her, but I follow. The man is buttoning his slacks. He looks like a banker type, all rich businessman and slicked hair. His gold wedding band gleams on his hand.
“Another girl?” he questions, then sees me and frowns. “What the—I didn’t rough her up, I know that’s extra. What’s going on?”
I kick the door shut behind me and cross my arms so he can’t leave while Alena prowls towards him. “Did she consent?” she snarls.
“What?”
She gets right in his face and pushes him back to the rumpled massage bed.
“Did she fucking consent? You know the word ‘yes’? What about ‘silent’? Did she stay silent? Did she want to say no but was too scared to? Or did you not even bother to ask, you sick fucking rapist?” she almost yells. It’s a good thing these rooms aren’t monitored and they’re soundproof. It’s members only, after all. You have to pay, and if you kill a girl… well, in their mind, there are plenty of them on the streets.
In fact, if you pay high enough, you can do whatever the fuck you want to them.
He doesn’t respond, and she presses the knife to his mouth. “What, nothing to say? Does that mean you consent to me cutting your pretty boy face up?”
He goes to speak, and she presses the blade’s tip to the edge of his lips and slashes sideways. He howls, falling back as his cheek and lip flop open. She quickly does the other side before ripping his shirt open. Buttons fly everywhere as he hits the bed, his hands clutching his face as blood pours from the wounds.
While wielding the knife, she looks up at him. “I’m going to give you a message you will never forget.” With that, she gets to work, and when she steps back, he passes out. I raise my eyebrows.
She carved ‘I’m a rapist pig’ down his stomach.
“Why not kill him?” I ask.
“Because now he’ll suffer more. He’ll have to live with that on his chest and see it all his life. His wife will know, his family, his job. He’ll be ruined. He’ll hit rock bottom, and he’ll probably die,” she reasons as she turns. “It will destroy him more.”
Fuck, that’s evil and so goddamn incredible.
I crook my finger at her, and she walks up to me. When she reaches me, I grab her hair and yank her head back, kissing her hard before pulling away. “Good.”
We leave him there. Either he’ll die or wake up and have to go home. She’s right—he’ll suffer more. We check the other rooms, finding them empty until we reach the last one where our target currently is. His pale chubby ass jiggles as he thrusts, fucking the woman bent over the bed. She’s silently crying, her hands digging into the bed. His belt is wrapped around her neck to control her like a fucking sex toy or animal as he grunts and sweats.
Without hesitation, I shoot him in the leg. He screeches and jerks from the force before falling on the woman. She cries out, shoving at him, and I pull him away from her gently. I can’t help but see the blood smeared across her ass and pussy. He ripped her. She cries and scurries to the wall, sliding down it with her arms wrapped around her stomach.
