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Grabbing his ankles, I dragged him through the kitchen toward the room I’d chosen for tonight’s festivities. His body bounced off walls and pieces of furniture on the way. My visit needed to be memorable and bruises were an excellent reminder.
When I reached the sturdy wooden chair I’d placed in the center of the room, I hefted his unconscious body up and into the seat. It took me less than a minute to secure him to the chair with the rope I’d brought. I wrapped it around his chest first, then his arms and wrists behind him at an angle that was sure to be uncomfortable. Then I moved down his body and spread his legs wide, wrapping the rope from the knee down to his ankles and attached it to the legs of the chair. The fibers were intentionally rough, any movement he made was sure to have it tearing at his skin.
Task finished, I stood to review my work and pulled out the ten-inch serrated hunting knife from where it was strapped to my leg. Anyone could operate a gun but knife work required practice, it was a graceful ballet while guns were a heavy metal rock show. In my experience, there was a different amount of fear that shown in a man’s eyes when confronted with a knife in a well-trained hand. Bending forward, I cut the seams of the boxers that Avery was wearing, my blade leaving small cuts on his thighs in the process.
Removing the fabric, I looked at him in disgust, I could have gone the rest of my life without seeing his small, flaccid cock. However, nothing quite instilled panic like waking up naked when the last time you’d been awake you’d been clothed. I wanted him to feel helpless and terrified from the start. Angie had been with this man for a year, I imagined every day with him she’d awoken with those same feelings.
Eager to get started, I delivered a vicious slap to Avery’s cheek. A pained moan slipped past his lips but he didn’t fully wake. I gripped his hair in my other fist and raised his head up before slapping him again. This time, his frightened eyes flew open and he immediately tried to move. My psychotic smile returned when the rope tightened and he cried out in pain.
“Good morning,” I said, dropping his head and stepping backward.
“Who are you? Why am I tied up?” I waited, allowing him to get through the boring ‘why me’ questions and switch to threats. “Do you know who the fuck I am?” His neck turned red with strain.
I twirled the sharp tip of my knife against my glove-covered index finger. “Oh, I know exactly who you are. Drake Avery, forty-eight, corporate attorney for criminals in suits, married but fucking his receptionist even though she’s clearly faking her orgasms.”
His face turned crimson when I said the last part. “Then you are aware that I am acquainted with many dangerous men. Let me go and I might even consider forgetting this entire offense.”
I laughed at his obvious lies and quickly moved toward him, enjoying the fear that flared when I held my knife to his throat. “Let me assure you that these men you speak of are children compared to me.”
“I-I’m sorry. Do you want money? I can give you money, just name your price.”
I pushed the blade deeper into his skin to stop his blubbering, only pulling back when a drop of blood trailed down his neck. “Youwouldthink it’s about money. But no, I don’t care about your money or the illegal ways you obtained it.” I walked in a slow circle around him while I spoke. His head swiveled as he tried to follow me. Sweat was forming on his skin and dripped down his spine. “What I’m interested in is the more intimate details of your life, and I don’t mean the receptionist.”
Stopping once I was in front of him, I speared him with my gaze and enjoyed when he flinched. I knew the color of my eyes was unnerving and though Mia often told me how beautiful she thought they were, most people compared them to the eyes of a tiger, a hunter.
“Do you have any children?”
His brow furrowed at my question, “Children?”
I kept my breaths steady while I waited for him to make the connection, the weight of the knife helping to soothe me. His face transformed into something ugly when he realized what I was asking him and I knew this was the monster who’d beaten his pregnant, teenage wife before ultimately killing her.
“You know where the brat is, don’t you?” he coldly asked as if he was the one in control.
My outside appearance remained calm while the darkness inside pushed to be released. It wanted blood, it wanted Avery’s death as an apology gift to Mia. The darkness was insane. Which I guess made me insane, too.
“I’ll ask again. Do you have any children?”
His eyes were calculating as they narrowed. “If you’re here, that means I’m getting close. I already know he’s alive, that cunt Angelica gave birth to a healthy boy in the hospital and I know he was taken before I could get to him. I know everything, because after all these years, I finally found her.”
My pulse raced and it was an effort to think logically. If he’d found Mia, then why hadn’t he made a move yet? It didn’t make sense that he knew where they were and hadn’t attempted to take Miles.Stick to the plan, find out what else he knows.
“Do you have any children?” My fist tightening around the hilt of the knife was the only indication that I was losing patience.
“Why do you keep asking me that? I just told you that I do, the bitch nurse that betrayed me told me everything.”
The nurse. I thought back to when Mia told me about Angie and the day Miles was born. She’d mentioned a nurse that had hidden Miles and helped the two of them escape after Angie’s murder. If that was the person that Avery was referring to, then it was a very real possibility that he knew about Mia.
He’d been watching me while I processed the information and a smug look crossed his face even though he was the one tied to a chair with his limp dick on display. “Some friends of mine helped me find her. She’d done a good job of hiding the last five years but no one can really disappear in this day and age. It only took a little persuasion to get her to tell me all about Angelica’s best friend and how she’d stolen my son from me.”
I could only imagine the kind of ‘persuasion’ he was referring to. There was a good chance that the nurse was no longer alive. Mia would be devastated if that was the case. Roe could find out, I stored that away for later when he started talking again.
“I remembered how my wife was always trying to get me to meet this friend of hers. She’d called her a ‘sister.’ Let’s see, what was her name again?” He looked toward the ceiling as if trying to recall and then looked back at me with triumph. “Ah, yes, Mia.”
My vision went dark and I allowed the darkness to propel me forward. Avery cried out when I slashed at this chest with the knife and then slid it into the fleshy part of his upper arm, the blade long enough to protrude grotesquely out the other side and bury into the chair. I rejoiced when fat, wet tears streamed down his face as he stared at his arm in horror.
“Don’t say her name.” I pulled the knife out of his arm and Avery screamed in pain. Too bad for him those screams would go unanswered. I hadn’t chosen this room at random, Avery had soundproofed his personal office, there wasn’t a single window and only one door led out to the hallway. When you worked for criminals, you valued privacy. The only addition that could have made this room better for torture would be washable floors, the carpet would be ruined after tonight.
His head dropped forward, saliva dripping from his mouth and combining with the blood on his chest. Avery muttered nonsense as his mind broke from the pain I’d inflicted.
