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“Your birthday is something to celebrate. We can…”
I cut him off. There’s no room in my life to celebrate the night that haunts me. Constantly.
“No. Now get out. I’ve got shit to do.” Hypnos sighs heavily but leaves me alone.
Fuck it. I don’t have any more work to do. Pretty sure that’s a lie, but I leave anyway. Before I know what, I’ve done, I’ve made my way down to the outer edges of Gotham Valley and I’m liking what I see. I shouldn’t be messing around this far from home. We don’t deal with the drug slums out here, but I want some damn chaos.
Walking into the diner, I had no expectation to kill. Hell, I just wanted some damn food. Instead, the family in the back corner started making noise about low-life trash being in here, and I’m not having it.
A waitress stops dead in tracks as she looks at me. Her eyes get big and the tray of food she’s carrying drops from her hands.
“Um, what… what are you doing here?”
I smirk because even this far away from Timberland, my name brings fears. “To eat,” I slur out, and she looks at me.
“Why don’t you sit at the other side of the diner?” She’s fidgety and I know that her worry is warranted. I’m about to wreak some Goddamn havoc.
“Nah, I’mma teach that family some manners.” I wink at her. Or at least I think I do. Finally focusing on her, I see her name is Norma.
“Norma, you and the cook leave for a few minutes. You don’t need to see this.”
I don’t have to tell her twice. Hell no. She runs out of the front room and into the kitchen. The cook comes into view, and he raises his spatula. “Just try not to make too much of a mess.”
Wise man. I think to myself as I make my way over to the table. Pulling my gun out, I pull the trigger. The man next to the younger woman slouches and his head hits the table. Smirking, I pull the trigger again two times, taking out the other two men.
Both women are screaming now and trying to scramble up from their seats. I laugh and cock the gun. “If you run, I’m going to kill you. Shooting you in the back means nothing to me. Now sit still and keep your mouth shut. I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you unless I ask.”
They comply, but I can tell they are in panic mode. I love it when they are. I grab the older lady and use the tie from the man that is sitting next to her, to tie her hands behind her back and to the chair. “Good girl.” I run my gun along her hair, and she flinches. “You don’t give me any trouble, and I’ll let you live.”
It’s a lie. They are going to die. Fuck, this was too easy. I want a fight. Even in my drunken state, I’m able to make dead center, kill shots. The chick shaking, pleading for me not to kill her will be sucking my dick like her life depends on it. I chuckle because it does. I’ve already killed three men in her life, and I have her mother tied up. It’s the perfect little treat for her to watch her daughter get fucked. Or at least that’s what my alcohol induced mind thinks.
Kissing the older woman, she tries to pull away from me, but I take her head in my hands and I squeeze. “Kiss me back or I’ll slit your throat with that butter knife on the table. It will be excruciating.”
When I kiss her this time, she kisses me back. Pulling away, I smile. “Good girl, now was that so hard?”
She doesn’t answer me and that’s alright. “Mm. Look at this girl here. I bet you are a great cock sucker.”
The younger woman flinches and tries to shy away from me. I chuckle. “Do I have to tie you up too?”
“No.” Gumption fills her tone and I smirk. Oh yeah, I’m going to enjoy this.
“What’s your name?” I point the gun at her, and tears leak down her cheeks.
“Amantha.”
“Well, Amantha, turn around and face me.” I put the gun back in its holster, and I smile as she does what I want.
“Pull up your dress and let me see what kind of panties you have on.”
She blanches and looks terrified. I bet her husband has never talked to her like this. “Is the man to your right, your husband?”
“Yes.” Her word comes out with a tremble, and I nod.
“Good, now spread your legs.” I demand. She doesn’t hesitate to show me those pink frilly panties of hers. I laugh and shake my head. “What, no black satin?”
“I don’t wear satin.” Taking her chin in my hand, I force her head up and I give her a pointed look.
“If you were mine, you’d be wearing whatever the fuck I told you to wear.” I growl at her, and I swear I see her pupils dilate with need.Oh yeah, she’s a dirty girl.
