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I’d come again last night thinking about her in that dress. I’d barely been able to wait until I was home, feverishly stripping off my clothes and only making it as far as the couch before I had my cock in my hand, stroking myself hard and fast to the thought of tying her to my bed and cutting that tight dress off of her, leaving her bare to my every desire.I’d have the power, then. No making me pay for the pleasure of your attention, for youto grace me with the favor of letting me have what I want. No more rules except the ones I make. Nothing between you and me–and my revenge.
I can feel my obsession, myneedreaching a breaking point. I avoided the club for the past few days for exactly that reason. Soon, I’ll know the truth, and I can decide what to do next. Until then, I knew I needed space. I thought it would help to cool my head.
Instead, it had only intensified my lust, and seeing her unexpectedly outside of the club had made it worse still.
I look down at the address on the slip of paper in my hand, another bit of information from Yuri.This better be good, you bastard, or I’m going to take it out of your hide slowly.I don’t care for the man, but he’s been a primary informant for me. The fact that he’s going to die soon because he angered Valeria is an inconvenience that I’m going to have to find a way around. I have other sources I’ll have to lean on more often.
Or maybe not.If this information is good, and it leads me to an answer about Natalia, my time here might almost be over.
I slip out of my apartment, keys in hand. I still have the rented car that I’d been driving the night I gave her a ride, rented under a fake name, nice enough to not draw suspicion but not such a luxury model as to make me stand out. Years of this kind of work for Viktor has paid off for my own purposes, and all of this feels as easy and natural as breathing.
This is who I am–a shadow in the dark, a knife in the night, the devil that you don’t want to anger. Natalia will find out that truth very soon, if I’m correct, and she is the woman working at theCat’s Meow.
The address that I was given belongs to a club in a slightly better part of town than where “Athena” works, a two-story building that I recognize. It has a bar and nightclub in the basement, dancers on the first level, and rooms on the second for customers to take their choice of women for the evening. I park my car half a block away in the shadows, away from any streetlights, and slink along the walls toward where I should find my mark.
Yuri’s information was good.The man is exactly where I was told he’d be at this time, around the back of the club, smoking a cigarette on his break. He’s leaning against the wall, blowing smoke out into the darkness as if he has nothing to fear, relaxed and at ease.
He never sees me coming.
I’m at his side before he can react, a needle sunk into the fleshy muscle of his arm. He grunts in surprise, turning sharply towards me, but before he can hit me, the drug is already taking effect. I dodge back, out of his reach, and then forward again to catch him as he falls.
It’s a matter of moments to move him to the other side of the dumpster on the other side of the building, out of sight. I jog back to the car, pulling it around, and then bind his wrists and ankles with plastic zip-tie cuffs, hoisting him into the trunk of my car.
Easy and quick.I’ve still got it.
From there, it’s just a matter of driving to the warehouse that I rented under a different fake name for exactly this purpose. I’ve only had a few jobs over the past year that required it, but I’m absolutely certain that I won’t be found here for as long as I needto stay. No one will hear the screams, and no one will come to investigate.
The hardest part is getting the bulk of the man out of the trunk and to the warehouse. He’s tall and heavily muscled, but fortunately, I’m not all that worried about what kind of shape he’s in when he wakes up. As long as he talks, that’s all I give a shit about.
I’ve already prepared the room in the warehouse with plastic sheeting, a chair in the center of it with cuffs dangling above from the ceiling. I cuff him to the chair for now, wrists and ankles, and leave him there while I move the car far enough away for it not to be seen at the warehouse. By the time I get back, he’s starting to come to–right on schedule.
“What the–” the man’s voice is thick and slurring as he wakes up, his eyes foggy as he looks around, but I can see the dawning awareness there, the first hint of fear.
Good.
What made me effective in Viktor’s employ, was that none of this bothered me. Blood, gore, screams, pleas for mercy, none of it affected me in the slightest. Once someone was handed over to me to extract information, to punish, to execute, they became a job, not a person.
And I’ve always been very, very good at my job.
“I–fuck–I don’t know–what do you–” The man is spluttering already, his voice fearful, and it calms me.Good. He’s already afraid. That should make this easier.
“What’s your name?” I don’t personally care to know. I’d rather remain detached. In the beginning, when I started this kind ofwork, I never asked for names. I wanted them to remain as much an object as possible, divorced from any kind of humanity. But in time, I learned that asking their name softened them. It gave them hope, made them think Iwantedto give them their freedom. That I care about their pain, their future after this. That I want to see them as a person, and if they’ll only cooperate, this can all be over.
So I started asking for names.
The man swallows hard. “J-Jakov. Please, I–whatever you want, it has nothing to do with me. I’m security, that’s all. Whatever is going on in that place, I know nothing. They tell me nothing. Please–”
“This has nothing to do with your current job.” I get up, pushing myself to my feet, as I start to circle him. “You were in the employ of Adrian Drakos before this, were you not?”
The man goes very still. “I–I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”
My fist connects with his jaw, hard. His head swings sideways, and he coughs, spitting up blood.
“That’s not how this works,syn,” I snap, circling to face him. “I ask questions, and you answer. If you do that, then you will feel less pain. Trust me, that was only a very small taste of how much I can make this hurt if you refuse to answer my questions–and I havemanymore questions.”
Jakov looks at me, his eyes widening. Blood is slowly trickling from his lip, and he swallows convulsively again. “Please–can I have some water. My mouth–”
I hit him again, this time on the other side of the jaw. “Iask the questions. Did Drakos fire you because you were too fucking stupid? It’s starting to seem that way.”
