Page 35 of Savage Keepsakes

I’m going to have to tell him about this other shit, because he is the only one who can keep me safe.

I head to my bed and curl up under my covers.

Ten

Billy

She doesn’t love my gift. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep Miles’s eye in the shape I needed.

I never imagined that Lou would bring home some random guy and fuck him on camera like a show.

Black sludge coats my cerebrum. Clenching my fist, I grind my teeth, thinking of her touching another man.

I sit down on the couch, and it lets out a loud creak. Leaning forward, I flip open my laptop, listing more items for sale.

My hands shake as I bring the cup of coffee to my lips and pull a cigarette out of the pack.

I switch windows and look over the security footage. Clicking to the current camera, I find her lying in bed, alone. The covers shake with her sobs, and as much as I want to comfort her, I have more pressing matters at hand.

Closing the laptop, I take a long drag and guzzle what’s left of the coffee before standing and bringing the mug to the counter.

Crushing the butt of the cigarette in the sink, my phone dings and I glance down at it. Two new orders fill the notifications on the screen. Shipping internationally means that everyone across the world is going to enjoy my art. With that knowledge, there is a little more pep in my step.

Pocketing the phone, I make my way downstairs. I head to the cupboard, open it and slip on my mask.

“Please, I won’t tell a soul,” he mumbles.

“You can’t even fuck like a man. You want me to take pity on you?”

His one eye shoots a glance my way.

“Well, I saw the video. You were in her bed, and you made love? Weird move,” I mutter.

“She has nothing to do with me. Leave her alone.” His voice strengthens.

My lips turn into a crooked smile before laughing. I turn to my workbench to choose the tools I want to use on him.

“You’ll never see her again,” I tell him.

He touched what’s mine, and for that he’ll pay.

I switch the leather-carving pen on, unsure if it’ll do what I require, and move on down through my supplies.

“What’re you going to do to her?”

This guy seems stuck on her. Lou won’t make the mistake of fucking a loser like this again. She won’t turn into another whore like my mother.

“Show her what it’s like to get treated by a real man.”

I walk toward him, extending the pen and releasing his wrist from the pulley system, certain that I have the upper hand.

Gripping his arm, I press the sharp points against the tip of his finger, causing it to sizzle and emit a faint smell of burning flesh.

His screams fill my ears, and a smile spreads across my face. Fear is my drug and I’m a fucking addict.

The skin blisters and peels under the heat, but it’s not what I had in mind. I pull away, and he dangles precariously from a single arm.

I grab my blowtorch, igniting it as I lift it to his palm. On low, it sears the flesh with a swift and intense burn. The more skin I cover, the more his hand muscles show and sizzle like cooking meat.

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