Page 102 of Psychopath

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Virgil asked.

“Yes,” Quinn answered honestly.

“It isn’t my intention.”

“I know. Did…did you ever return to the killing room without a victim?”

“Yes. When I had to clean up, and other times when I wanted to relive what I did down there.”

“And did you find that sexually gratifying?”

“Only when I thought about it in relation to Luca.”

“You used to take Luca to sex clubs. You used to…”

“Show him off,” Virgil finished. “I did. We kept anonymous. We couldn’t risk anyone finding out at his work, but we’d go, and I’d…exhibit him.”

“Why, when you feel so possessive over him, would you let others see him like that?”

“I don’t know, Quinn.” Virgil frowned. “The fury, it was intoxicating. I would get him off in front of others. They’d watch. They’d be panting and moaning while they stroked themselves watching him, watching my hand on him, and it would make me so angry, so fucking furious, and I’d picture these men dead, I’d think about getting up and slicing their throats, and stroking their blood onto my skin. I’d imagine fucking Luca over their bodies, making him cum. Luca thought these men watching us turned me on, but it was me imagining them all dead that really got me going.”

“Did you ever let them touch him?”

“Fuck no,” Virgil growled. “I made it clear they could watch, but if they touched him, they’d regret it.”

“Did any of them make that mistake?”

“One did…and I lost it. I attacked him. I would’ve killed him, but I didn’t know his name. Everyone kept anonymous. I didn’t know how to find him.”

“If you had found him?”

“He’d be dead too.”

“How did Luca react to you attacking this man?”

Virgil shut his eyes. “He pulled me outside. He dropped to his knees and deep-throated me in the fucking street.” He snorted. “As I told you, Quinn, I think I could’ve broken him into this violence if I’d had more time with him. I think we’d have been fucking in blood by now if I hadn’t got caught.”

“If you hadn’t met Luca, do you think the men you killed would still be alive?”

Virgil took a deep breath. “I can’t tell you I never would’ve killed anyone. I always knew it was coming, always knew I would, but if I hadn’t met Luca…those men, they’d still be here.”

“Luca is the…catalyst. The trigger. Why?”

“I don’t know. He… It’s the way he makes me feel.”

“And how does he make you feel?”

“Happy, I guess. Content. He’s beautiful. He’s bright and wild with a wicked smile and the biggest brownest eyes. He’s submissive, and the way he used to look at me, like I was everything, like he’d do anything to please me. He needed me, and I could’ve turned my back on him, but I didn’t, and once I had him, I was never going to let him go. I wanted to punish anyone that thought they could take him from me.”

“You love him?”

“Yes. More than anything. He knows that. Wherever he is, he knows that. But I’m angry.”

“At him?”

“Yes.” Virgil’s hand tightened into a fist. “For leaving…for vanishing.”

“He didn’t feel safe.”

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