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“See, that right there is bad parentin’. You should never lie to your children.” I stare deep into her eyes before I turn my head to him.
“Unless it’s about Santa.” I wink.
“Please, let us go.” All that fake confidence seems to have run out real fast for her, and now she’s back to being weak and pathetic again.
“Answer my question.” I roll my eyes impatiently.
“Charlie,” the boy’s innocent, little voice speaks up first.
“That’s a good name.” I nod at him. “And how old are ya, son?”
“I’m five.” He looks up at his mother for her approval.
“Well, it's good to meet ya, Charlie.” I turn my attention back to the woman and wait for her to show me the same respect.
“Addison,” she whispers, and when a pretty, little tear rolls over her cheek, I make her breath catch when I press my blade against her skin to catch it.
Slowly, I bring it to my mouth and watch her eyes swell with horror as I lick it clean.
“I’m assuming that it’s my baby brother who is responsible for this…” I redirect my knife so the tip presses against her lower stomach.
“Oh God,” she gasps, her eyes looking up at the ceiling like she’s saying a little prayer.
“I don’t know if Skid told ya, but I never got to meet my last niece or nephew.” I grin at her smugly, making the panic in her eyes a little more prominent. I had no idea Carly was pregnant when I killed her, and finding out only made things seem more justified. Two birds, one stone, and all that.
“Please don’t hurt us,” Addison begs desperately.
“Please….Please.” I mock her whiny voice before laughing at her.
“Where’s Skid?” I turn things serious again, and I can tell from the look on her face that she doesn’t have a clue how to answer my question.
“Don’t try and be smart, it’ll make this poor boy an orphan. Just tell me where he is?” I warn her.
“He’s in Oak Creek taking care of something.”
“Okay.” I nod my head while figuring that Oak Creek is a good four-hour ride from here. “That’s quite some distance. Hell, me and you have time for some real fun.”
Addison remains silent as I reach forward and squeeze her tit through her shirt.
“Do you like havin’ these played with?” I ask her, softening my tone. Her eyes shut tight and she shakes her head.
“I bet you’re a real borin’ fuck, ain’t ya? Nothing like Carly. Carly had spunk, she was cute and innocent to look at, but there was a fire in her eyes. A take me to bed and fuck me like a whore kinda fire. You ever been fucked like a whore, Addison?” I ask, and when I get a weak whimper for an answer I slam my fist hard at the table.
“Y…Yes.” I watch her throat tense as she swallows.
“Have you ever had your throat squeezed while you come?” I slide my fingers around her throat and apply a little pressure, the hum of fear she makes from it gets my dick hard. “Done correctly, it can be earth-shattering.” I greet her with a smile when she opens her eyes back up and helplessly glances across to her confused-looking son.
“I wonder if Carly reached that high before her lights went out?” I think out loud.
“Just let him go.” She shakes her head weakly against my grip.
“That’s not how this works, Addison. I make the decisions here. All you gotta do is suffer ‘em.”
The first thing that hits me is the smell of ammonia, it’s so strong that it burns my eyes, and although the sunlight pours through the open doors above my head, it doesn't quite reach the back of the room where there's a hunched up body in the shadows. I can hear the fear in her breath and see the way her body is shaking.
“I’m not gonna hurt you,” I call out as I slowly approach the back of the room.
“I’m here to help you. Addison sent me. You can trust me.” I get no response, and when I see how afraid she is, I crouch down on the floor to make myself smaller.
