Page 23 of The Hunted

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Knox

Ishove open the door, and Ethan Miller sits there covered in blood and piss, crying. My fingers twitch as I fight the urge to put a bullet in his fucking brain. He doesn’t deserve an easy death.

No, no easy death for this mother fucking piece of shit.

Stretching my neck from side to side, I try to release some of the building tension within me. I haven’t wanted to kill someone this fucking bad in a long time.

“You know what happens to people who sell women, Ethan?” I ask as I walk slowly toward him.

“Please don’t kill me, please! I’ll help you find her. I can tell you who I sold her to!” He sobs harder now, realizing his death is only minutes away.

“I know who you sold her to and why, Ethan.”

Early this morning while Raven still slept, Marcia called with the information I was waiting on. Marcia has more connections than I could dream. She’s worth every penny I pay her.

Once Marcia gave me the run-down, I contacted Ace and devised a plan. I probably shouldn’t have brought Raven with me today, but had I not, she might never have believed the truth. Someone she thought she could trust betrayed her in the worst way. Without seeing it for herself, she would never have believed me.

I slowly circle around Ethan, rolling the sleeves of my shirt up to my elbows, and I stop behind his back.

“Please! I’m sorry, please,” Ethan cries harder now that he can’t see me.

“You are of zero use to me. I’ll tell you what, I’m feeling generous today. I’ll give you a choice in how I kill you, which is more than I usually give my marks.”

Ethan sobs harder, like the little bitch he is, and it’s music to my fucking ears.

“Number one, I slice you apart. Literally. I fucking gut you, like the fucking piece of shit pig you are. That’s my favorite option. I really hope you choose number one.”

He sobs and shakes. I just laugh. There’s nothing better than watching a shithead who knows he’s going to die fall apart like a fucking bitch.

“Number two, I take that rope over there,” I grip his filthy hair roughly. He cries out in pain as I jerk his head in the direction of the rope,

“and end this. It’s a lot less fun for me, but as you can understand, I have a very upset lady waiting for me outside. It’s not nice to keep her waiting.”

I release his hair, and his head falls forward. He carries on blubbering and groveling as I cross the room to get the rope, listening to his heavy sobs. I twine the length around my hands.

“Tick-tock, Ethan. What’s your decision?”

I turn to find he’s pissed himself. It runs down his legs, darkening his pants as it spreads, joining the previous piss stain.

“Your decision, Ethan. I promise you don’t want me to choose.”

“Rope,” he whispers out, the sound barely audible.

“I’m very disappointed, Ethan. I was so hoping to have some fun with you.”

I smile as I move toward him, grasping the rope tighter in my grip. He whimpers. I move behind him and place the rope in front of his neck, keeping both ends tightly wrapped around my hands. The rope digs into his flesh, and I tug. Ethan tries to scream and thrashes in his binds. Poor, dumb bastard, this only makes it more fun for me.

“You may have gotten away with this if Raven weren’t such a dedicated sister. Do you know the things she has done to find answers? That alone is reason enough for me to kill you.”

Thoughts of Raven swirl like a storm through my mind while I tighten the rope. She left her job, her friends, her family behind to come to the manor and subject herself to a lifestyle she has no business even knowing exists in hopes her sister might be there. When I think of the things she has witnessed and only possibly escaped being involved in, it’s clear to me now. My brave little bird threw herself into the lion’s den.

His struggle really sets in now as he realizes these are his last few breaths. The muscles in my arms and chest tighten and strain. He jerks, and I pull harder. I lean in to whisper into his ear the last words he will ever hear on this Earth.

“You didn’t deserve her sister, you piece of shit. I’ll find her and kill anyone in my path.”

Ethan no longer struggles, and I release my grip on the rope. Without a look back, I leave him motionless in the chair.

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