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He climbs out of the vehicle and begins pulling out items from his trunk. I’m too far away to really see what they are but if I’ve learned anything from the weeks of hunting this piece of shit, I can guess the contents of his vehicle.
Most likely similar to my own.
The thought causes a chuckle to escape my lips.
Oh Harvey, you should know, there’s always a bigger predator.
I wait for a few more moments and then reach over to my passenger seat and gently lift my bag of supplies. Honestly, it’s the least you can do to put everything in a bag.
Who tries to kidnap someone with all the materials just awkwardly dangling from your hands? Harvey, that’s who.
Another laugh leaves me before I shut it down, settling into hunt mode so as not to spook my prey. I slip out of my car and sling the bag over my shoulder, the only thing still in my hand a small syringe filled with just enough Propofol to knock him out for the short ride.
Harvey nervously looks around and slams his trunk closed. I can’t help but roll my eyes, this man is not meant for this line of work. If I weren’t about to take him for myself, he would end up getting caught within twenty minutes of attempting to kidnap the child he has his eyes set on. He starts to cross the parking lot toward the park bordering the apartments. Fumbling with his DIY snatcher kit, he doesn’t sense my approach.
I creep up behind him and slam my hand over his mouth in the same movement sliding the syringe into his neck. Holding him against my body as the drug begins to take effect, I run over the plan one more time in my mind, pleased with the progress so far. As his arms slip and everything falls to the ground, I know it’s safe to remove my hand. I bend over and sling his limp body over my shoulder and jog back to my vehicle, shoving him into the trunk. Softly closing the lid,because I’m a professional,I jog back over and scoop up all the items he dropped and throw them into my back seat.
I release a breath as I slide into the driver’s seat. Starting the car, I take off, anticipation coursing through my veins. I press down on the gas pedal, ready to satiate my growing need.
“What? Where am I?”
A smile grows across my face as I lean against the wall. Across from me is dear Harvey, straining against the ropes I have tied around his wrists and ankles. His arms dangle from the chain attached to the ceiling, just enough length for him to feel like he has a chance of escape. It’s more fun when they have hope. Until they don’t.
Finally noticing me, Harvey swings his head in my direction, eyes wide with fear as he tries to glare intimidatingly. “Who are you?” He demands. I chuckle and push off the wall, not answering his questions. Instead I make my way over to the small table set up in the corner. “Where the fuck am I?” When I continue to ignore him, he starts to get angry, voice growing louder with each word. “Answer me dammit! What the fuck is this?”
I pick up a needle, IV bag and rubber tourniquet before turning around. When he sees the items in my hands, his attempts at freeing himself grow more desperate. “Stay–stay away from me! Seriously asshole, I don’t know who you are or what you want but I don’t do needles, okay?” His voice raises an octave as terror floods his system. “I’m not fucking around. Stop!”
I make my way toward him, still not responding as I stop in front of him. Calmly, I reach up to grip his elbow. He jerks violently against me, trying to loosen my grip. Not that it will do him much good, he’s not going anywhere. Sighing dramatically, I tighten my fist and cluck my tongue. “Now, now Harvey. The more you struggle, the harder this will be. Trust me, you want me in a good mood.” I turn my head to meet his eyes. He swallows and quickly averts his gaze, stopping his erratic attempts at escape.
I can’t quite tell if I’m disappointed or pleased. It’s true what I said. It will go much better for him if he doesn’t make me angry. But it’s soboringwhen they don’t fight. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes, I reach up with my other hand and wrap the rubber band around his arm, cutting off circulation and making the insertion of the IV needle easier. “Be an angel and pump your fist for me a few times, yeah?” Harvey whips his head toward me in shock. Meeting my eyes again, whatever he sees there has him immediately obeying and pumping his fist. “What a good boy.” I pat his cheek lightly, offering him a smile. Then turn my attention back to my task. “Okay, that’s enough. Just relax.”
I pull the needle out of its package as I feel around the inside of his elbow for a decent vein. Fucker has deep, rolling veins, I can feel it. Irritation starts to build in me. He’s probably dehydrated too, so this is going to take a while. Finally finding a decent spot, I push in the needle and connect the IV bag, pulling off the band once the blood starts to flow out. This is my least favorite part. Yes, the blood is satisfying to watch and it’s a necessary tedium, but I enjoy the messy brutality much more than this clinical approach. Rolling my shoulders to release some of the tension, I hang the bag up on a hook next to the chains and step back. “This part will take some time, but then we can have fun.” I wink at him as I discard the trash.
Harvey eyes me wearily, warring emotions flashing across his face before he speaks. “Why are you doing this?” His voice is hardly a whisper, defeat already seeped into his bones.
I shrug in response. “You caught my attention. Honestly, it’s completely random. I just go about my day and once someone catches my eye, that’s it.” Looking him up and down, my mind flashes back to his pathetic kidnapping attempt earlier. “You are a bit of a special case though.” Murmuring, deep in thought, I glance away. A soft whimper escapes his lips and I look up to see his attention is focused on the bag of blood.
His blood.
“You do bleed so nicely though, don’t you think? Sometimes it takes a minute or so before the flow really starts moving, but look at you! This will be over in no time.” Silent sobs rack his body as he tries to look anywhere other than where I’m directing his attention. I tsk at him again, shaking my head. “You know what made you special? You werealmostlike me. Well, you wanted to try to be but you are absolutely awful. Seriously, don’t quit your day job.” I snicker.
His focus snaps back to me. “This is because of Lucy?” His voice comes out stronger this time, a possessiveness in his tone. “She’s mine.” He growls at me, finally growing a backbone. I’m almost giddy with excitement.Thisis what I love, a little pushback before the inevitable conclusion.
Even still, I can’t help but laugh mockingly. “I don’t want a fucking child. And, I hate to break it to you man, she ain’t yours. You had your shot but here you are instead. All tied up for me.” I wink at him. “Not that you’ll put much use to the advice but you should know a few simple rules of the trade.” I hold up a hand and count off the fingers with each one. “Rule number one, make sure you’re not being followed. And with that, rule number two, be quiet. Seriously, you were so loud I’m surprised no one else saw us. Which brings us to rule number three, keep your hands free and tools hidden away. You were so busy bumbling around with all that shit you never stood a chance.” If looks could kill, the glare Harvey is shooting my way would send me to an early grave. I drop my hand and make my way over to check the bag, seeing it’s almost full.
Almost time.
“What the fuck are you on about? You crazy or something?”
Well that’s just plain rude.
I scoff, “Here I am, trying to offer you some advice as a seasoned professional and how do you repay me? With insults?” Reaching forward, I violently tug the needle from his arm, causing him to release a startled shout laced with pain. “You really should be careful how you talk to people. And youreallyshould watch how you speak to me.” My tone dips dangerously low as I take the now full bag of blood and head back to place it onto the table. I grab a pair of pliers and a metal nail file that’s been sharpened at the tip. Turning around, I make a show of presenting my tools to Harvey, enjoying the look of confusion and terror spreading across his face.
“What are those for?” He’s back to whispering, finally realizing the danger he’s in.
“These are where we are going to start. First, I’m going to stab under each of your nail beds to remove your fingernails with this,” I hold up the nail file. “Then I am going to remove your teeth one by one with this guy.” I gesture with the pliers. “After that, I’m going to grab my torch, cauterize your wounds and then burn off your fingerprints.” Harvey’s face is so pale he could almost be mistaken for a ghost already. Not yet, but soon.
I make my way over to him and reach up for his hand. Grasping one of his fingers, I work the nail file underneath the fingernail as I continue, “After, I’m going to enjoy cutting up every inch of your body and watching as the last of your blood drains from you. We already know how well you bleed. I’m sure it will be an exquisite sight.” With a flick of my wrist, I pop off the first nail, relishing in the scream it elicits. “Andjustbefore you are going to die of blood loss, I’m going to cauterize your wounds again. I’ll give you a bit of a reprieve before using my beautiful blade to stab you over and over as I watch the life drain from your eyes.” I groan in anticipation as I continue to pop off his nails one by one. Each causing a cry of pain that satisfies the beast inside of me, feeding on the pain I’m inflicting.
