Page 40 of A Dangerous Game
“You’re nothing but a fucking whore,” he mutters as he stares me down. “You fucking whore.”
I push the gun further into his back to prove that I’m in control. “I might be the fucking whore but I’m not your whore. You thought you would be in control and could call the shots. It must have killed you when I turned you down and then you had to rape me. You had to take something that wasn’t yours. I will never be yours,” I spit.
He chuckles. “What makes you think I want a whore? What makes you think that anyone would want some porn star who gets off knowing horny teenage boys jack off to her?”
It's my turn to giggle. “Jim, you won’t be able to hurt another woman again. You’re a black smudge on our industry and it's time to take you out of the picture. Fuck you.”
His eyes are widened with fear and I love it. I love that I’m making him feel like he’s not in control of the situation. He’s afraid of me and he should be. “Get on your knees,” I state clearly.
“No! You’re just gonna fuckin’ kill me anyway. Why would I get on my knees?”
Kicking my foot back, I kick hard enough to the back of his legs and watch him fall. He’s on the ground with his hands resting on top of the sink to hold his balance. At least he’s on his knees.
“I could do whatever the fuck I wanted to you right now and you couldn’t do a thing about it. Maybe I should rape you, too. Let you know what it feels like to be violated. Have you ever been fucked up your cowardice ass?”
He shakes his head. Jim’s officially understanding the weight of my control over him.
“Maybe you should pray. Pray to your god and see if you can get forgiveness. You know? The whole Confess-Your-Sins-Before-You-Die shit.”
I’m baiting him to break him down. There’s no way in fucking hell I’m wanting to see him naked again nor do I want to see his ass. I wouldn’t be able to do it. Yeah, I’m a princess of Masters of Chaos, but I’m still a human.
It’s moments like this that I know I still have humility.
“Pray!” I yell at him.
He’s shaking in front of me. “Sinclair, please! I’m so sorry!”
“I’m not your god. I’m just the woman you wronged. How many other women have you raped? Does it make you feel good? Feel like a man?”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so fucking sorry!” He begs.
I shake my head and lean down to whisper in his ear. “Soon, you’ll only be a chalk outline. Maybe you should pray. Time’s running out.”
Jim tries to turn to look at me but I don’t let him. “I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I’ll pay you. I’ll pay you! I promise. How much you want? You want your own movies?”
I giggle. “You honestly think I have to hold a man at gunpoint to get my own movie? That’s great.”
I raise the gun to the back of his head and fire two shots. It's rapid and quick. The bastard falls face first against the sink then falls to the ground in a heap of bastard-ness. “Fuck you, Jim. Go to hell.”
I put the gun into the waistband of my jeans and send a little thank you to my dad for teaching me how to shoot. I could have shot him while in the closet but I wanted him to know he couldn’t hurt me again. That he couldn’t hurt another girl again.
Looking around the kitchen, I make sure I didn’t leave anything behind which could connect me to Jim. He’s a porn director, there’s probably a bunch of people that want to kill him. Husbands and boyfriends of current actresses that want to teach the director a lesson. Of course they would come to his house to do it.
Once I’m satisfied there’s nothing in the kitchen which could place me here, I sneak out the side door of the kitchen. The stress of pulling off the perfect crime has lifted and now all I need to do is get home. I need to get ar away from Jim.
“I know what you did.”
“What the fuck?” I call out in the direction of the voice I heard. There’s someone to the left of me outside and the hair on the back off my neck sticks straight up. “Who are you?”
“Sinclair. How could you?”
Whomever the person is, they are hiding in the shadows. I reach behind me to grab my gun in case I need to protect myself.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the male voice states from behind the shadows.
“Who are you?” I demand.
“Don’t worry about it. Just know that I will get in touch with you with further directions. Until then, watch what you do.”
