Page 29 of Unholy Bonds

Meet me at the storage unit for some fun.

I drove her to Danbury Street and parked her car in front of a house for rent. Taking a glance around, I hastily pulled my hoodie up. After giving Millicent a dose of ketamine, I walked away.

Millicent would wait here until I killed Victor and set up my scene.

“Sleep tight, Millicent.”

Victor parked the car and smiled at me when I waved at him. “Millicent Wark sent me and—”

“I thought she was coming,” he said. “But you’re so much better. Come on in.” He opened the storage facility for me with a sleazy grin.

Soon, I was on a “date” with my story in the storage unit littered with broken things and dust mites. There was a small bed against the wall, and the yellowish air conditioner made a growling sound as it tried to survive the decay.

Victor took a sip of his cheap wine that was in a mini refrigerator—the only thing in this place that wasn’t riddled with deadly bacteria. “To an amazing night,” Victor said, and I smiled, clinking my glass of wine against his.

“It’ll be an amazing night, indeed.”

“You know you’re so beautiful, don’t you?” he slurred, touching my cheek. I gritted my teeth, refusing to give in to the need to shudder. The touch was revolting, but it was all a part of the game. My game. Knowing that he wouldn’t walk away after tonight gave me the patience to bear it all.

“Yes. I know,” I said, my smile direct. There wasn’t even a smidgen of doubt in my mind about how strikingly beautiful I was. My beauty often gave me exactly what I wanted. Men like him. I had learned to use my beauty to manipulate, to trick, and to reel in my fishes.

Laughing, he leaned closer to me, his lips bumping against my cheek. I sat there, not moving a muscle. He was already half drunk. Just a bit more, and I could cut him to my heart’s desire.

“What do you like in the bedroom… or in a storage unit?” he asked with a chuckle that made worms wriggle beneath my skin. “Do you want to show me? I’m game.”

“Of course. Why waste time?” I said, grabbing my backpack and retrieving the handcuffs and leather ties. His eyes widened, and then he gave me an excited smile, his eyes darkening in lust.

“Should I bind you, or do you want me to—”

“I want to do it to you. You’ll enjoy it,” I said with a smirk. “More wine, first.”

After five minutes, I stood up, motioning him to follow me. He staggered behind me toward the steel bed. He had brought many girls to this place before me, but I’d be the last one.

Pulling on latex gloves, I asked him to lie down. He was so eager to please me he didn’t even ask about the gloves. In a matter of minutes, he was bound, shackled, and secured to the rusty bed frame.

I grabbed my phone and switched on the music. Middle of the Night blared from my phone as I rubbed my hands together with a smile. “I like music when I’m working.”

He groaned when I cut his shirt off with the scalpel and then moaned when I let the cold, sharp metal run along his skin. “You came prepared,” he said, his eyes half closed in pleasure.

“Welcome to your hell,” I whispered. He stilled when I softly cut into the skin above his carotid artery on the right, and then I did the same to the left. A startled scream left him as blood dripped down his side.

“What the f-fuck?”

“Don’t you like it?” I whispered. “You enjoy pain, don’t you? Or is it only pleasurable when you’re the one causing pain?” My lips widened as I pressed a finger against the X marks.

“What are you—what the fuck are you doing? Millicent would kill you if she—” he screamed, trying to move against the bondage that kept him in place.

“Fuck Millicent. She’ll be in no position to do anything to me. I lied to you, Victor. You’re not here because I want to fuck you…” I trailed off, pressing my scalpel firmly against his throat. “I do want to fuck someone else, but he’s not available for now. I have to wait until he’s ready to become mine. You know…” It was so liberating to tell someone that. The secrets were one too many, and Irene wasn’t always easy to talk to. “He’s someone like me. Someone I wouldn’t mind touching me. Someone so unlike you.”

Victor now knew more things about me than anyone else, but of course, Victor would be dead soon, carrying my secrets to his grave.

“You know what I am, don’t you? Your vice is women. My vice is men like you and blood. Murder.”

“You-you’ve done it before.”

I nodded. He swallowed and lay still, his eyes darting around in a frenzy.

Everything felt different, more vivid and intense. Bright. Peaceful. “I brought you here to kill you because that’s me. I can’t… not kill you.”

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