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“Please, what?” I hiss. He’s coughing up blood already. I can’t have him die before I use my favorite torture method on him, can I? He’s seen my face, so I can safely put on my mask. I can get to work now. “What did you do to the girl I just sent away?”
“None of your business!”
“Oh, it’s my business.” I pop the lid of my plastic bottle. “Are you thirsty for underage pussy, Abbott? Are you?”
“Let me go,” Hugh begs. His suit is soiled now, ruining his splendid image. He means nothing without his clothes and his money. He’s an empty fucking shell that takes pleasure from innocents. “I’ll pay you. I can find you better pussy than my daughter’s. I… I used her already. You can have a virgin! I promise you!”
“Fuck you,” I spit at him. “What did you do to the girl? Carey Jean’s her name, isn’t it? Why was she naked on your bathroom floor? You hit her. I heard it.”
“She disobeyed me,” Hugh mutters. I take my bottle, and I give him a drop of acid on his wrist—the only part of his upper body not covered by some sort of pretentious piece of fabric. A harmless act. Not really. He shrieks as soon as the liquid connects with his skin. It’s potent, and I haven’t diluted it. He shifts around in front of me, shuffling toward the sink.
I grab hold of his ankle, and I hold him where I want him. I remove his slippers and socks.
And I drop more of my acid on his feet, burning his soles.
Open that mouth, Hugh. Inhale the sickening scent of my torture. More heavenly shrieking.
That’s what I want to hear. Unfortunately, I don’t have much time, or I’d extend this session until next week. “Talk to me, Hugh. I might let you get away.”
“You won’t d-do that,” Hugh cries out. He coughs some more, and his face is as red as can be. I have an entire bottle left. He’s already breaking. Weak little bitch.
“You know me so well.”
“What do y-you want?” Hugh’s attempts to fight me are ruthlessly… boring. His arms slap around into the air, punching nothing.
“Maybe I want money. Maybe I want answers. Be a clever boy, and pick which one will save your ass,” I suggest. Fylox’s protective suit and mask protect me from the death that looms in this room.
I could let Hugh go with a couple of burn marks on his skin.
But I won’t.
I close the lid of my bottle, giving him a false sense of security. We remain there for a couple of moments, not speaking. He’s still in pain, biting his lips. Choking on nothing but the deadly smoke in the air. I don’t touch him for a while to give him space.Space he doesn’t deserve.
But the fucker can’t walk away from me now, can he? I burned his soles off.
“When Ivy applied to come to Katantia, I knew of it. Aram Wraith was going to trick her. I gave him free rein with her until I decided to get her back. I had interesting offers in California, and I’d explore my options as a free man until I grew tired. Unfortunately, Kamila became the queen, and she messed up my plans with Ivy. You stepped in, and I couldn’t get her back the way I wanted to,” Hugh begins, whimpering through his words. “I remained in California. I had my fun. I won’t lie.”
“What type of fun?” I ask.
“Private parties with wannabe actresses,” he sneers. “Innocent girls. Just the way I like it.”
“Age range.”
“Ten to thirteen. Sometimes sixteen. Depends on what the production needs,” Hugh explains, and it takes me every ounce of restraint not to strangle him.
“And Carey Jean is one of those Ivy-replacements?” I ask. Hugh nods, clutching his stomach with the hand whose wrist isn’t burned by acid. “What do you do with her?”
“She takes pregnancy tests for me. I like seeing that.” Fucking pig. “Haven’t managed to get her pregnant yet, but it’s coming. I’ve changed my diet.”
I pray that the girl isn’t pregnant. I fucking pray, and I don’t even believe.
“You know, I’ve done horrible things in my life,” I tell him.
He coughs, visibly swallowing. “I can relate.”
“Oh, no. You can’t,” I insist. “I’ve murdered over three thousand people. Think of that circle of life. Three thousand times. Over. Dead and gone. Because I decided that they weren’t worth living anymore. You know the difference between you and me?”
He flares his nostrils.
