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I don’t answer. I just smile at him, flashing my sharp teeth. If I had more time, I’d rip his throat out with them as punishment for talking so much.
“Who sent you?”
He’s stalling, and we both know it. Does he seriously think this is going to work? I guess he deserves some points for effort.
“I think you know who. But that doesn’t matter because you’ll be dead in a few seconds.”
“Please! You don’t understand, they need me!” he pleads with me one last time before I lunge and slice his throat open with my long sword, unwilling to listen to another pathetic word.
“They never listen,” I mutter, wiping my sword clean on his bed sheets.
Before jumping out of the window, I cut off his ear and stuff it in my pocket. It’s not for me, I’ve never been one to need a reminder of my kills. I have no use for it. But apparently, my client does.
Usually, I like to take my time killing. Usually, I like to play with them a bit before I take away the one thing they cherish most. I like to see them quiver and sob and work themselves into hysterics. I like to see how much pain they can handle before they stop begging me to spare them and instead start begging me to kill them.
But not today. Today I have more important things to do.
I decide against swinging by my townhome to wash up and instead head straight to where I know my client is waiting for me. Most of them don’t need me to confirm, but this particular one did, probably because he wanted this fucking souvenir.
I slam the ear on the table in front of him, looking him right in his beady black eyes.
“It’s done. No one heard.”
With that, I turn around and head to my next destination. Her.
I get there as fast as I can, not wanting to waste another second away from her. Soon enough, I’m back in the clearing where I first saw her. Our little meeting place.
A slow smile spreads across my face as I see her already here. I knew she’d be here. My little obsession can’t stay away. Maybe she’s just as obsessed as I am. Maybe she can’t stay away either.
Her long brown hair blows in the wind, exposing her neck to me. I inhale deeply, trying to catch a whiff of her. I know she’ll smell exquisite. Just the thought has my cock growing hard.
But the thing that makes my cock physicallyacheis the fact that she’s wearing the necklace I left for her. It looks even better than I thought it would against her tanned skin. All I want is to give her more, more, more. I think of all the other things I could put around that neck.
As she leans down to examine something on the ground, I notice how thin she is. For some reason, this angers me. Brielle is mine, and she deserves to be taken care of. She shouldn’t want for anything.
I want to murder every person who has contributed to her living this lifestyle. I want to make them suffer the way I can tell she has. How many people have turned a blind eye while this girl went hungry? I’m almost angry with myself for not finding her sooner.
Despite her obvious frailty, I can tell that she is a strong woman. In the way she carries herself and the way she assesses the world around her, it shows. But she wouldn’t have to be strong if she were with me. I would be strong for her. She would never have to lift a finger again. Not unless I told her to.
Brielle stands back up, turning in the direction of the tree I’m perched in. As she does so, I spot her left wrist and the bracelet placed upon it. She’s fucking wearingbothof her gifts. She fucking likes them. Just like I knew she would.
It makes me grin, knowing that she’s wearing the thingsIbought her. It’s like she’s already accepted that she’s mine, before even meeting me. She doesn’t even know that I’ve already claimed her.
Gods, this woman is perfect. For a moment, I wonder how she’ll look wearing nothing but my gifts, and it almost makes me groan out loud.
Brielle’s head swings to her other side, away from my spot. Her pet karasu swoops towards her, squawking at her.
“What is it, Skye?” Her soft, magical voice rings out through the clearing.
It’s fucking perfect. It’s exactly the kind of voice that any male would do anything to hear screaming their name. And I can’t fucking wait to hear her screaming mine, over and over again.
The karasu, Skye, squawks again and flies back the way it came, almost as if it’s asking her to follow. She looks after it questioningly, but before following it, she surveys the clearing once more.
Is she looking for another gift? Fuck, I should have gotten here sooner and left her one. I hate myself for not thinking of it before. But she doesn’t look disappointed. In fact, she looks very peaceful right now. If only she knew the kind of danger lurking right behind her.
Brielle lifts her head towards the sky and breathes in. I want to wrap my hands around her sweet little neck and throw her to the ground, where she can look at the sky all she wants while I feast on her.
She stays there like that for a moment, closing her eyes. What would she do if I exposed myself right now? Would she freak out and try to run from me? I hope so.
