Page 10 of Beg for Death
“Problem?” I asked.
“No… no, sir,” he answered breathlessly. “I just…” He trailed off. “What’s going on?”
“None of your business,” I answered. “That wasn’t what we agreed on. The deal was that you helped with whatever I needed, and then I would get what you wanted. Maybe.” I nodded to a shady corner of the kitchen. “Go into that cabinet and pull out the big black tarps,” I instructed. “Lie them down carefully. Neatly. And then tape them into place. No gaps.”
Felix stared at the man. Blond hair, blue eyes. One of the witnesses that had testified against me when I was locked away. He was just another one of Jasper’s cockroach friends. I waseager to hear him scream for me. When Felix still didn’t move, I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
“Hey, do what I told you to do or the next reminder will come with my fist. You hear me, boy?”
Felix seemed to wake up. “Y-yes, sir!” he squeaked. “Sorry.”
The boy was flurry of movement as he raced around the room, getting the tarps in order. I watched as he muttered under his breath and smoothed the plastic down before I tossed him a roll of thick, gray duct tape. He tore it with his teeth and worked hard to lay the plastic down and secure it. As he moved, bits and pieces of his skin were exposed. Creamy, enticing, jiggling with every movement. I wanted to take a bite of him.
“Done, sir,” he panted as he finally staggered to his feet and stepped back. His eyes flickered to the man on the floor, his jaw tight as his fingers flexed and unflexed. “What now?”
“Now?” I asked. “Now, you don’t ask anymore questions. You sit right there on the floor, shut up, and watch. And if or when I tell you to do something? Then you do it without question. Got it, boy?”
He scrambled over to a spot on the floor and sat down. As he settled, he looked down at his hands, toying with them in his lap as he refused to meet my gaze. A corner of my mouth ticked up. Seriously. He was already crumbling? Honesty, the kid was just making this fun at this point.
I moved over to the squirming mass on the floor. Everett Gale. Jasper’s friend, the one that had been at our home the night I dragged home my latest victim. He’d been happy to side with his friend, even though he hadn’t seen or heard any of it. A filthy liar, that was what he was. He flip-flopped in my grasp but I just dragged him harder before I tossed him on top of the tarps. Finally, I ripped the ball gag out of his mouth, crouched down, and slapped his cheek a few times when he immediately started screaming at Felix to help him.
“You think he can help you, dumbass?” I asked. “Does it look like he can even help himself?” I raised a brow at him. “He’s got a goddamn shackle on. Shut up. I said shut the fuck up!” I snapped when he started begging harder. Everett’s bottom lip trembled as he stared up at me. “Don’t start.”
“It wasn't my fault,” he whispered urgently as if telling some deep, dark secret. “He said you were dangerous. I did what I had to do,” he practically begged. “Please, don’t do this man.”
I looked at him, tilted my head, and then laughed humorlessly. Finally, I pulled my knife out of my boot. The heavy steel and the black handle were familiar, like old friends. I flipped it in my hands before I pointed the tip beneath his chin.
“Did you have any mercy on me? You know how long I could have been put away, right?” I snarled. “Could have lost my whole life from one snitch and one lying bitch,” I growled. “But I didn't,vato. I survived. You, though?” I shook my head. “You won’t be taking another breath.” I glanced at Felix. “Crawl. Here.” I pointed beside me.
Felix’s eyes were wide and horror stricken. He stared at me until my eyes narrowed, then he was moving. Quickly, he crawled over to my side and sat on his knees beside me. I grabbed his right hand, the dominant one I knew from watching him for so long, and pushed the hilt of the knife into his palm. I closed my big hand around his.
“Have you ever killed someone, Felix?” I asked, already knowing the answer. Of course he hadn’t; he was too soft. I yanked him forward. “It’s a lot more difficult than you’d think. At first, you’re sure it will take one slice, one cut, one stab. But that’s not the case. Skin is tough, muscle is tougher, and bone? Knives break on bone.”
He whimpered. “Please…”
“Please what?” I asked.
“Please don’t, sir,” Felix whispered frantically as I guided his hand to Everett’s throat.
“Fighting it won’t change what’s about to happen,” I said. “You might as well just lean into it. Learn to love it. For however much time you have left? This is your fate, boy.”
The knife sliced into flesh. It parted, blood welling and bubbling up before it slid down his skin and ran to the floor. Everett gasped from the pain, his eyes wide before he screamed. He tried to move, but that was hard to do when his hands were tied in front of him and his ankles were bound at the wrists.
“E-Ezra, don’t!” he cried out.
I saw red when he said my name. I’d had yet to tell Felix what my name was, and he just blurted it out like some pathetic, dying animal. A growl slipped free from my throat. Instead of a slice, I tightened and shifted my grasp on Felix’s hand and brought the knife down hard. The blade sliced through flesh with a wet sucking sound, the knife resisting as it tried to stay buried in his body.
Felix screamed. The sound was strangled, a horrifying mix between a dying creature and a choked sob. I made him raise it again and do it until bright arcs of red spray decorated us both.
When I stopped, Felix was shaking. I pulled the knife out of his hand and glanced down at the body between us. Everett was more than dead, he was disfigured. I spat on the body and kicked him in the side.
“Pudrirse en el infierno.”Rot in hell.
Sighing and panting, I shoved a finger through my thick, dark hair. The knife still dripped blood onto the plastic floor covering, thatdrip, drip, dripsound heavy in the air. I sucked in a sharp breath before I quickly unfastened my pants. The belt came loose, tossed aside, before I grabbed a fistful of Felix’s hair.
“Hold still.”
Felix’s eyes flew open, tears still running down his cheeks as my cock slipped free. It was heavy, a mass of hair at the base, and the head thick and intimidating. Piercings lined my cock and a thrill went through me when Felix’s gaze zeroed in on them. I didn't even give him the chance to think about fleeing.
