Page 206 of Satan's Spawn
Knowing Felix and his douchebag of a Dad, they’d want to keep this hush to save embarrassment. That’s if the fucker even told his Dad to begin with. Chances are my phone would be ringing out of my pocket by now if he did.
Pulling the black bandana out of my jeans, I tie it around my neck and lift my hood, taking a look around for bystanders before grabbing the bat against the tree I’m hiding behind and circle it to continue trailing him.
Felix is walking confidently along the closed up stores, nothing but the sound of waves crashing against the shore can be heard within thousands of feet distance. I stay several feet behind holding my Louisville, careful not to draw his attention even though the asshole’s got the self preservation of a fucking slug.
I chuckle when I notice the subtle limp he tries playing off as swagger when he reaches a few girls in tight mini skirts cornered at the end of the pier.
“Ladies,” Felix greets them with his arms stretched wide, “who’s looking to show me a good time?”
This is the first time witnessing actual “working girls” contemplating refusing work.
“You alright, honey?” a blonde one asks when Felix adjusts the bandage on his arm.
“Eh. You should see the other guy.”
Oh, they’re about to.
“Well, we uppin’ the hourly rate if it includes medical attention,” the one in a blue wig adds.
What a pathetic sight…Felix, whose uncle owns several high end gentlemen’s clubs in the city, is being reduced to street corner hoes.
It’s all the proof I need to know his Dad has no idea what I did to him.
Before he even gets the chance to pick which whore he’ll dick down in his car, I take one more quick look around before lifting the bandana and picking up my pace. Winding the bat in my hand, I catch the attention of the girls first who read the mood rather quickly.
They’re already taking off in droves by the time Felix turns around to see what’s worrying them.
His eyes widen with fear as I close in on him, swinging the bat hard and fast into his ribs.
Felix collapses to the ground, holding his side.
“What the fuck?” he spits out through a groan.
I lower to my haunches, pressing the top of the bat into his neck.
“Did you think this shit was over?” If Felix didn’t suspect my presence at first, he sure does now when I add, “I’m nowhere near done punishing you yet.”
The vibrato he usually squares up with is nowhere to be found. In its place is the weeping piece of shit he truly is.
“Please, Crayton. No more.” He strains, trying to remove the bat from his neck.
“Did you offer Rebecca the same courtesy when she begged you to stop fucking raping her?”
“I drank too much, man.” He says, hands up in a protective stance. “It was a mistake and I know it. I won’t fuck with her ever again.”
This has a bitter laugh skating past my lips as I lower the bat to his chest.
“Did you actually think I’d give you the chance?”
True horror grips his features. “Please, man. Don’t kill me.” He struggles to find his words. “I-I didn’t even tell my Dad what happened. I told him I was mugged, you see? We can just let this whole thing go.”
I press hard into his chest, and the only smart move tonight from Felix is his decision not to struggle. “You’re one stupid motherfucker to think you can provoke a devil then ask for mercy.”
“Do it for her, then….remember.” He grunts. “You promised Rebecca you wouldn’t kill me.”
He’s not helping his cause if he dares to speak her fucking name.
I hike the bat over my shoulder. “Say her fucking name again…I dare you.”
