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My cock was already unsettled, making the way I was sitting entirely too painful. But it was worth it. I watched until the end, laughing softly as she signed off.

“I’m curious what you were going to do with the beautiful woman.” Of course, Drew didn’t answer. Why should he? He would only further incriminate himself.

On a whim, I sent the video to my account. Perhaps I was taking a souvenir.

When I was finished, I rose from the chair, moving so I was straddling his bound legs. I’d worn gloves so there was no point in worrying my detective friend or any other police officer would discover my identity.

Plus, this risk was worth the reward.

“I didn’t kill those women.” The asshole almost sounded sincere.

“Well, then who did?”

“I… I can’t tell you.”

My annoyance was growing. “Whatever, vermin. Explain that to the cops.”

I set the stage, leaving the various DVDs I’d found strewn about the room.

“Where are you going?” he asked, although Drew was coming damn close to demanding. “You motherfucker, you can’t leave me this way.”

That annoyed the hell out of me.

My reaction was swift and typical. I’d crouched down and had his hair fisted at the scalp, the blade ready to cut through his jugular with a single twitch of my wrist. I caught myself before doing what couldn’t be undone a mere two seconds before going through with it.

He squealed like the perverted pig he was, his breathing becoming shallower than before.

“I’m going to say this to you once, you fucker. This is your lucky day. You only get one, so I suggest you shut your fucking mouth. While I’m not going to kill you, I will be watching you. You’re going to plead guilty to all your miserable crimes. If your daddy gets you a reprieve and you aren’t locked away behind bars for the fucking rest of your life, I will be coming for you. And trust me, when and if I do, you’ll regret this single day more than any other you’ve had in your miserable life. Do I make myself clear?”

“Ye… Yes.”

“Not said with enough conviction.” I lifted my elbow on purpose, changing the angle and allowing him to see one swipe and he’d bleed to death.

“Yes. I swear to God.”

Huffing, I hesitated for a few seconds before pulling away.

I took another look at the fuckhead and the room before walking out. What happened to the good old days of slash and burn?

Maybe they needed to return.

CHAPTER9

Cassandra

The roar filled the night air.

I was instantly petrified, yet there was a draw to the sound that I couldn’t walk away from. He was there, hiding in the shadows. I could feel him. I could sense his burning desire. I knew what he hungered for.

All of me.

The beast would soon devour me and I would let him.

But not before I played the game. His game.

He craved chasing me.

So I ran.

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