Page 98 of Stalker

“What the fuck?” he hissed.

I moved the blade of the knife to his jugular. Goddamn, the man’s breath was foul.

“You should have heeded my warning, David. Now, that wasn’t very nice of you to threaten your ex. She believed in you. She thought you were a decent man when clearly, you aren’t. It would seem you enjoy fucking more than one woman at a time. If I were any other man, I’d cut your dick off.”

Maybe I still would. When I drove the tip of the knife into his crotch, he whimpered like a little kid, relieving himself in his expensive trousers.

“I didn’t do anything.”

Now he was slobbering. What was it about men when they were caught red-handed that they could never confess their misdeeds? That annoyed me almost as much as the deed itself.

“Of course you didn’t. What was I thinking? Perhaps we should just talk about this. But first, you need to take a look at yourself.”

I jerked him toward the mirror, pressing the full weight of my body against his.

He was blubbering, tears streaming down his face, but at least his eyes reflected the horror of what was about to happen to him.

“Now, I have a feeling you’re very sorry for treating Cassandra so badly. Aren’t you?”

“Uh… Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Well, then confess your sins. Did you attack her?”

“Um. Um. Um. Yes!” His admittance only came after I pricked his skin with the tip of the blade.

“Did you want to kill her?”

His eyes flickered in admission. I drove the edge of the blade back against his neck. Panting, beads of sweat were pouring down the sides of his face. “I…”

“Come on now. Tell the truth.”

“Fine. Yes, the bitch ruined me.”

His words were slurred, but I understood them completely. “See, that wasn’t so hard. Was it? Just look at yourself, David. You stink. You need a shower and a shave. Hell, you need a priest, but I doubt even God could help you right now.”

“Please. Don’t kill me.”

“What would you prefer I do, cut your nuts off? That might work.”

It seemed as if he was debating the choice. I chuckled. At least he sensed I was serious.

“Please.”

“Please, what? Give you another chance to be a decent human being? Or please castrate you? I don’t think learning decency is possible with you. In fact, I know it isn’t. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to make life much easier on all those women you lied to and help ease the pain from the fact your life is ruined. Would you like that, buddy?”

The expression on his face was pathetic. They all were when it got to this point. I swore to God. This wasn’t nearly as much fun as it used to be.

But it was a job that needed to get done. “I guess the cat has your tongue. Huh? Should I cut that out too?”

Now I was belaboring the point. Sadly, I had other business to handle, including talking with my brothers about our dear old dad.

What a shame I couldn’t take more time, but at least I’d made my point.

“I’m sorry, David. I really am, but as your judge and jury, I’ve found you guilty of being a despicable human being. For that, I sentence you to death.”

The blade was sharp, easily cutting through his carotid artery. Before he had time to bleed out over everything, I tossed him into the bathtub. I remained just long enough to watch as the light slowly began to fade from his eyes.

I couldn’t call the act satisfying at this point, but at least I’d done my job. I’d protected her. I’d made certain my Lady Butterfly wouldn’t be accosted by this piece of trash ever again.

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