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I may be fucked up in the head from my less-than-stellar start in life and years of bullying, both mental and physical, but I’ve never looked for an outlet like this. My cravings tend to be more in the realm of…punishment. However, I’ve channeled those needs into my work online. I stay hidden, operating like an all-powerful, invisible force behind a screen, enacting my revenge one shitty human at a time.
You’re a coward. Weak. Pathetic. No one.
My fist smashes into the window of the red Honda next to me, setting the alarm off in a blaring cacophony of sounds that mirror the screaming in my head.
Always so fucking loud.
Clearly, I also have no control. I’m impatient and impulsive. Another reason I hide. The turmoil that lives inside me has grown and evolved over the years. Now, it’s practically enveloped me whole. I say that the beast lives inside me, hidden deep down, but really…we’re one and the same. It’s getting harder to control.
I used to hate this version of myself. The one that would come home and cry when things got too hard. When people got too mean. When I got too sad and lonely. When I got too angry and violent. I hated it so much that I found a way to bury it all deep down. For years, I’ve enjoyed the simple, emotionless existence. However, it seems the presence of Rayvn has dug it out of me whether I wanted her to or not, and surprisingly, I’ve found myself embracing the chaos.
Now that she’s in my life, this beast of mine…the anger, frustration, sadness, desolation—the fucking guilt…slithers on my skin like one of my many tattoos. Maybe it’s because she sought out a monster, and my black soul decided to deliver. Rayvn Porter asked for a Devil, not realizing one was already in her midst.
As I walk back to my bike, escaping the annoying car alarm, my phone pings with another message. Reluctantly I open it, disregarding the rest.
Re: Rayvn Porter
My request was made two months ago. You have received half of the money, yet she is still pursuing me. I need her taken care of. Do your job, or send the money back, and I will find someone who can.
My brows furrow as anger fills me. It’s hot and burning, like lava beneath my skin. Who the fuck is this person? I never even researched the source of the request beyond the barest of glances. It came from a bogus IP address, as most dark web requests do. More than that, a scrambler was used, making it more difficult to find the original sender. I didn’t care at the time because the money the client was referring to blinded me.
Rayvn was just another job, one of many. Most of the time, I investigate the claims against a person for cases like this. I don’t make it a habit of ruining good people or the wrongly accused, but all I saw in that moment was the end goal…
It's enough money to finally finish what I started all those years ago. To finally redeem myself.
But now that I know her, I can’t imagine what would inspire such an insane, lofty request. The sender said she’s pursuing them. My jaw clenches at the thought. Why would she be going after someone to such an extreme level that they’d seek out my help? And why does it bother me so fucking much?
Though it hasn’t escaped me that Rayvn started off as a job and that I have responsibilities where she’s concerned, I’ve let myself pretend. Pretend that I could exist this way. That I could prolong the inevitable. But while doing that, I stopped enjoying the chase for my usual reasons and started enjoying it becausesheis my prey.
I reread the message countless times as though more information will appear. I could respond to the sender, asking for more details, but something tells me that would raise red flags. This person, who I assume is a man, seems like someone who is used to getting what they want. And what they want isMy Little Foxdestroyed. No one, and I mean no one, will destroy her but me.
A plan quickly forms in my mind. I need a way to keep Rayvn, get paid, and find out who’s after her without giving them a reason to question me. I’ll eliminate the threat against my girl, and then I’ll make sure she’s so fucking blissed out on me and my cock, that she never questions where I came from or why I’m never giving her back.
Rayvn Porter started out as a job, but she’s quickly becoming my life, and I’ll be fucked if anyone’s taking her from me.
Chapter Twelve
KillerClown4u:What’syourfavoritefood?
Foxbabe20: Pad Thai. You?
KillerClown4u: Promise you won’t make fun of me?
I grin, barely suppressing the giddy giggle bubbling up my throat at his playfulness. Since we made the pact a week ago,Wolfehas been different. More present and chatty than ever before. I actually feel like I’m getting to know him, and that maybe we might end up…somewhere.
Foxbabe20: I promise no such thing.
KillerClown4u: You laugh, you get punished.
Foxbabe20: Don’t threaten me with a good time. Besides, you aren’t here to make good on your threat. Fav food. Out with it.
KillerClown4u: Mac and Cheese.
KillerClown4u: From the box.
The giggle I’d been keeping at bay flies my mouth, gaining me a few questioning looks that I completely ignore. He’s adorable.I want to keep him.
We’ve been playing this question game for 8 days, and neither of us has had to use oursafewordescape clause yet. Maybe it’s because we’ve both avoided any difficult questions, but every day, it gets harder for me to not demand every single piece of information about him. I want to know everything about Wolfe. He’s quickly becoming my favorite part of the day.
