Page 19 of Blazing Desires
I work to close the shutters and then the curtains, blocking out the orange hues lining the sky, until all the windows are covered, making it harder for anyone to try and get in. I check the bathroom and do the same with the shutters there. It makes me a little more relaxed, but nowhere near the level, I’d like to be. The only way to achieve that though is to not let her out of my sight.
And that’s not an option.
I head towards the other side of the room, preparing to leave and get this over with. I peer over my shoulder at where she’s perched on the edge of the sofa, her body curled in on itself and still. I’m not convinced she’s even read a single page in the last thirty minutes, and I hate myself for being hot and cold with her.
“I’m heading down now. Remember my orders and I’ll be back as quickly as I can.”
I don’t wait for a reply, knowing she won’t speak to me. I wince and unlock the door, pulling on the metal handle and slipping out. Noel is standing opposite the door, arms crossed in his ill-fitting suit.
“She’ll be fine, man. I’ve got her.”
He licks his lips and I suppress a shiver of disgust, I’d love to punch him square in the face. Take some of this frustration I’m feeling and rearrange his vile features.
Fucking creep.
“Key.”
I demand with my palm raised. He huffs and pulls his key out of his pocket. I don’t move, which forces him to push away from the wall and drop it in my hand.
“Nobody goes in or out, got it?”
“Yeah, man. I got it.”
He rolls his eyes before slipping back to the wall. I turn and lock the door, slipping the keys into my pocket before fixing him with a glare. He swallows, the movement belying his fakebravado. Satisfied he’s got the memo I turn on my heel and head to my appointment with the devil.
An hour and ten minutes later, I turn the corner on the hall that will lead me to Davina’s bedroom. My nerves are frayed from leaving her for so long and with tension fraught between us. I’d been trying to focus on the footage being played and had made a few comments, but my mind kept ruminating on how different she was from what I was expecting.
I freeze at the end of the hall. The sight before me makes me feel sick from the white-hot fury coursing through me. A guard is kneeling in front of Davina’s door with his hand down his pants and his eye pressed to the keyhole. I hear him trying to keep his moaning quiet, but the occasional grunt slips out. The sight has me moving forward, my light footsteps not alerting the fucker I’m about to maim. I would murder him on the spot, but I need to wait it out and play this strategically.
I pull my phone from my pocket and snap a few pictures, saving the evidence for later should I need it. He still hasn’t heard me approach, his face pressed to the keyhole on Davina’s door.
I’m going to make this hurt.
Noel is nowhere to be found. In his place is a guy I’ve not yet met, but I know his name—Preston.He’s one of the newer recruits hired by Anthony but he shouldn’t be here. This is Noel’s watch and he’s bailed, pulling in this depraved sicko to cover for him.
I silently pull my knife from its sheath on my thigh and press it to his throat while my other hand grips his hair until his scalp will be on fire from the pain.
“Don’t fucking move. Make a sound and you’ll be dead before you even take your next breath,”I snarl, my voice quiet in the hushed air of the hall.
Preston makes a whimpering sound in the back of his throat but doesn’t let it pass his lips.
“Good boy.”
I pull him to standing, the fucker finally moving his hands to where I can see them. I’m looking forward to mutilating them, so he’ll never be able to touch himself again. The sick fuck has been peeping through her keyhole and stroking himself.
I left her, I left her in Noel’s care knowing he couldn’t be trusted. I’m so fucking stupid!
I keep the knife tight to his throat, revelling in the fact that with each breath, each fucking swallow, the blade is cutting into him. I lead him to a room on the opposite side of the hall. I know from studying the latest blueprint of this house that it’s still an empty room, filled only with spare furniture. It’s the same as it had been when I used to roam these halls as a kid.
“Open the door.”
He complies with my order and turns the handle. We slip inside the dark room with only the moonlight filtering through the curtain-less windows to see by. I kick the door with my boot, not letting go of him, and lead him into the ensuite. Most of the rooms at this end of the house were built to be bedrooms and have a bathroom attached.
Heaven forbid someone has to share a bathroom.
Everything in here is pure white and minimalistic. Instead of having a relaxed vibe, it’s like a sterile hospital room, but it’ll do for why I’m using it. I lead him to the walk-in shower and I can feel him trying to resist me, knowing that whatever happens here won’t be good for him.
“You have two choices, Preston.Get in the fucking shower or I’ll slit your throat and let you bleed out slowly. Which will it be, dickhead?”
