Page 20 of Blazing Desires
His choice is immediately apparent. He stops fighting me, and I get him on his knees. I have him facing the drain since it’ll make it easier for me to wash away the blood. I push down on his shoulders hard until he’s sitting back on his heels.
“Hands out in front, palms together.”
His hands come up in front of him, shaking and trembling. I have no empathy for him, no remorse for what I’m going to do to him. I pull a zip tie from the stash I always keep in one of the many pockets of my trousers, my main reason for wearing them.
I fasten the zip tie around his wrists, pulling them tight enough to cut into his skin. He hisses in pain and I soak in the sound. I wish I had more time to savour this, to make it excruciating, but I must be quick so I can get back to Davina.
I walk in front of him and crouch, bringing myself to his eye level. He tries to beg as if that will actually get him out of his predicament. Tears stream down his face, but they do nothing to deter me.
“Shh. It’s okay.”
I soothe him, but he knows simply by looking at me that I don’t mean the words.
“I’m going to teach you a little lesson and then we can forget about this incident, got it?”
He nods, sniffing loudly.
Dumb fuck.
I yank his cheap tie from around his neck, the material rough in my hands. His eyes widen in confusion, so I put him out of his misery when I finally get it free.
“Open your mouth.”
He shakes his head vigorously, pulling his lips inwards as they clamp shut. His tears are falling faster now. I’m losingmy patience and considering ending his life right now, but that won’t satisfy the beast prowling inside me. I want to take chunks out of him.
I grab his nose with my free hand and pinch hard—he’ll need to take a breath eventually. I count the seconds and it’s not long until his mouth pops open., dragging in the air. I release his nose and take the tie that was bunched up in my hand holding the knife and stuff it in.
“Don’t piss me off, Preston.”
He doesn’t fight me this time.
“So youcanbe a good boy. See, that wasn’t hard to do now, was it?” I taunt. “Now, let’s deal out your punishment so I can get back to my girl.”
I place my blade between my teeth as I grip his hands with mine. Before he can even glance down at them, I snap his index finger on his right hand. I move to the middle and do the same. I continue with each finger until they are all broken and facing the wrong way, including the thumb.
His muffled scream bouncing off the tiles is like music to my ears, and the rage evaporates a little. I repeat the process to his left hand until his fingers are all facing the wrong way and marvel at my artwork, taking the blade from my mouth.
“There, that’s better. It’s pretty, don’t you think?”
I flick my gaze to his and revel in the fear I see in his eyes. His noises subside as he goes into the beginning stages of shock. I tap the knife against my lips as I consider what I’ll do to him next.
“Aha! Perfect idea Blaze!”
It’s at this moment that the fucker grasps how truly screwed he is, but before he can try and flee, I move fast. The knife slides in like butter, his squeak the only sound he makes. I twist and turn the knife repeatedly before withdrawing and wiping the blood on his leg to clean it off.
I stand and move to the side, not wanting to get any blood on me. I push his body with the toe of my boot, and he moves as though made of paper. He collapses on his side as the blood leaves his body in a steady stream. I remove his phone from his pocket and search him for weapons.
Stepping out of the shower I peer back at him as he uses what little remains of his energy to whimper and curl in a ball. I take one last look at my handiwork and leave him to bleed out.
I’ve still got it.
A ruptured artery is practically impossible to survive if you have nothing to stop the blood flow. With the way I opened him up, he only had minutes left. I smile at him, not caring whether he is able to see me or not.
“Oops! I lied. Good luck in hell you sick fuck. Nobody gets to watch my girl but me. Be glad I only stabbed you in the balls rather than cutting them off and feeding them to you. I do wish we could have had more time together. I could have carved you into little pieces. We would have had a great time. Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure your body is buried so that nobody will ever find you. I hope the maggots enjoy their feast.”
I turn, leaving him to die slowly, shutting the door behind me. I strip his weapons and stash them in different places around the room. I’ll have to come back later and move the body.
I pull out my phone and check the camera feeds. The hall is still empty, so I slip back into it. I’ve already seen that Noel has left the premises by doing a quick review of the previously recorded footage. My guess is that he’s doing something that’s kept him away longer than he’d planned.
