Page 129 of Goldsin

She’s not good at following orders.

“Actually,” I reply, grabbing it before binding her hands behind her back with the damp lace, “I’m into a different kind of kink.” I whisper the words close to her ear before pushing her onto her back with my foot. Harshly—for fun.

Gasping, she struggles to sit back up.

I made sure to tighten the underwear around her hands well. It’s going to leave a scar, but I don’t think she’ll mind in the afterlife.

“What the fuck? What’s wrong with you? Help me up.” She wiggles her body, really trying to get back on her knees.

Ignoring her, I just stare, head tilting to the side in appreciation.

“You won’t get away with this, you little bitch,” she huffs, focused on the task at hand.

I burst into laughter at her empty threat.

She won’t be able to hurt me. There’ll be nothing she can do once those makeshift cuffs come off.

I rise from my seat and wander over to the other side of the bedroom. Victoria’s body twists at abnormal angles as she follows me with her eyes.

“I thought it would be more fulfilling to watch you slither at my feet.” I pull a box of matches from the pocket of the robe. “I honestly don’t understand why your mother found such fascination in it.”

“My mother?”

Ignoring her question, I light up the candles in the room. One side first before moving to the next.

“You see,”—heat spreads over my fingers as the match comes to life—“I would’ve kept to the script, burned your skin with a cigarette over and over again, until your body contorted from the pain.” I let the now spent match fall to the floor, turning to stare at her as I say, “But I’m not really a sadist, so I decided to go with an easier way.”

I grab the flask I hid beside the matches in the pocket of the robe and take a long sip of its contents, hissing as the burning liquid slides down my throat.

“What are you talking about?” Her voice trembles at the end of her question.

I hurl the remaining liquid at her, drenching her in vodka. Then, with a finger, I let the first candle fall to the floor.

“Fuck! What are you doing?” she panics. “Are you insane?”

“Maybe.” I walk to the next candles and make them fall one by one. “But now it’s time for you to feel theheat.” I lift a candle in my hand. “Your mother made the mistake of using mine as her personal ashtray. I’d like to repay the favor.”

Her eyes round. A mixture of confusion and fear clouds her vision. But she doesn’t plead for her life. Doesn’t bat an eye as I hurl the candle at her soaked body.

Flames erupt on her skin, igniting a show of defiance that’s almost admirable, if not stupid. And that’s when she screams, finally finding the strength to get up.

But it’s too late.

I lock the door to the bedroom behind me and quickly get to lighting the candles scattered around the rest of the penthouse before dropping them to the floor and letting them spread their deadly light.

She continues to scream, howling in pain. The notes are soothing, satisfying a part of me that longs to make her pay for her mother’s sins. Yet the other part is simply satisfied at the prospect of being one step closer to finishing this massacre.

I don’t have much time left before someone hears her or the fire alarm goes off.

Hurrying to the elevator, I press the button for the floor just below this one before adjusting the rope, tightening it around my body. I left my clothes on the floor of the penthouse, giving them the same fate as Victoria. The CCTV footage of me will be erased, but if anyone other than the hotel receptionist saw me, they won’t be able to find the clothes and match them to me.

My heart gallops as the elevator descends. The moment I set foot out of it the alarm finally blares. Itdoesn’t take long for the guests to spring out of their rooms, panicking, rushing toward the fire escape.

I join the crowd, concern etched on my features as I seamlessly blend in with them.

“Fire!” someone screams, causing more chaos to erupt. People start pushing past, desperate to escape and get to safety.

I’m running alongside them, but my mind is elsewhere.

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