Page 59 of Enemy of the State

I’ve only killed someone by slow slicing once—because it’s tedious and incredibly messy, not because I don’t like it—but I find it particularly poetic this time around.

Stepping behind him, I address the flesh on his upper arms, confident that my time with this tosser is coming to a close. I doubt he’ll survive much longer, especially since he’s already gone silent, his wet face and the shallow rise and fall of his chest now the only indication of life. He’s long since pissed himself and his head hangs forward, resigned to his fate.

Circling my prey, I stop to remove the flesh from his thigh, when I notice that he’s fading faster than I anticipated. Making one more slice before gripping him by the hair, I yank his head up so that he’s looking at me. I’m not sure if he can actuallyseeme at this point, yet I still promise, “See you in Hell and we’ll pick up where we left off.”

Two more strategic cuts before I know he’s gone. In accordance with Lingchi, I exchange the fillet knife for a hatchet and remove his head.

A satiated calmness slithers through my veins lazily as I relax for the first time since I regained consciousness to find my wrists and ankles shackled by the bloody government.

“Fuck, Lou.”

At the sound of Honey Eyes’s voice, I turn around, a very real smile on my face. It’s the only indication that the hungry viper within me is well and truly fed for the first time in months. It’s Sean who catches my eye, though.

As we study one another, I observe the cloud of darkness encasing his blue irises, and he continues to hold my gaze as Honey Eyes adds, “You’re one scary woman. Remind me to never get on your bad side.”

Reluctantly, I drag my attention from the man systematically crushing the walls around my heart and slide my gaze to meet a pair of golden-caramel eyes, letting triumph seep into my smirk.

“I’m the best for a reason, Honey Eyes.”

“I believe you.”

I glance around the room, noticing the blood and gore covering my surroundings. Thankfully, Borman was positioned over the drain, so at least some of his bodily fluids disappeared, but there’s still a mess.

“Would you like some help tidying up a bit?” I ask. Under any other circumstance, I’d call in my crew, or leave it, depending on thesituation; though I’m not above getting my hands dirty by cleaning up my own messes.

Honey Eyes just shakes his masked head and states, “I’ve got it. It was worth it just to see you in action.”

Sean brushes past me and ducks into the storage room, but returns in a flash, carryinganotherfresh uniform.Do all the prisoners fly through these uniforms as quickly as I seem to?

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” Sean mutters, and I wave to Honey Eyes before following him to the shower.

Louhi

Stepping inside the empty washroom, Sean locks the door behind us before placing the clean uniform on the counter and moving to a cabinet on the left wall.

After setting the stack of towels he retrieved on the counter, he reaches for the hem of my shirt. The blood-soaked cotton fabric glides over my skin as he tugs it over my head and our eyes catch the moment my top disappears. Without breaking eye contact, I hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants and shove them down, stepping out of them.

Naked before him, I tug off his shirt, tossing it out of sight, reaching for his belt next and unfastening it before unclasping his trousers. He growls, the sound a warning that I don’t heed as I attempt to thread his belt through the loops at his waist. I freeze when his hand shoots out, his fingers wrapping around my wrist tightly, making me smirk as I watch the shadowy tendrils appear in his vision.

“Lou…” he cautions, but I suppose I’m impervious to any red-flag warning at this point. He’s awoken something insatiable within me, and no matter how much he gives me, I want more.

When he moves my hand away, I pout openly at his denial, but he just chuckles. “So fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?”

I nod slowly, capturing my bottom lip between my teeth. I’m already wet, my pussy aching for him. I wish he’d dive between my legs to see for himself.

Faster than a viper’s strike, he spins me around so that I’m now facing the mirror, my back to his front, with both of my hands now trapped within one of his at my stomach. My chest heaves as I take in the sight of us together.

He leans down, meeting my eye in the mirror as he murmurs into my ear, “Will you be quiet while I feed you my cock?”

A grin spreads across my mouth as I nod. He straightens, a deviant smile consuming his face as he replies, “We’ll see.”

Clearly, he doesn’t believe me, but neither do I.

A shiver wracks my body, his words providing a challenge I plan to meet head-on. He bends once more, his breath cascading over the shell of my ear and floating across my cheek as he whispers, “Are you nice and wet for me?”

His question skitters down my body until the answer floods me as my pussy flutters, and I stifle the groan rumbling in my chest.

“I bet you are. You’re always ready for me.”

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