Page 43 of Queen of Hell

Once I’m done he has one strapped around his chest and upper arms, one securing his hips and lower arms, and the last securing his legs just above his knees, making sure there is no way he will be able to move when I wake him up to have some fun.

I smile as I walk back round the bed to my bag and get out my toys, placing them on the bed before climbing up and straddling his chest. The giggles in my head continue and I smile as I slap his cheek hard enough to wake him up. His head lists to the side with the force of my palm and he grunts when he tries to move as his eyes slowly open.

His head whips back to face me and he lets out a gasp when he sees my masked face sat on top of him. I laugh when he starts to struggle in earnest, unsuccessfully trying to buck me off his chest.

“Aww, what’s wrong Joseph? This is not how you were planning on finishing your night, I bet,” I say to him as I chuckle.

“Who the fuck are you?” He spits at me. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

I laugh at his statement and shake my head, but as soon as he opens his mouth to continue I grab a rag from beside me and shove it into his mouth, smiling as he splutters around its entrance.

“Now, now, Joseph,” I say and his eyes widen at my use of his name. “I knowexactlywho you are.” I tilt my head at him and smile. “The real question here is do you have any idea whoIam?”

The muffled noises of him trying to speak through the rag in his mouth makes me smile once more and I grab a knife from beside me and start tapping him on the forehead with the blade.

“I am going to take this out so we can have a conversation, Joseph,” I tell him pointing at the rag. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you though. It’s not that I think anyone will hear you, I know they won’t, but I don’t want to get to the fun part just yet. ‘Kay?” I say in my sweetest voice, and he nods at me.

I start to pull at the rag and when the last of it is out of his mouth he takes a deep breath before his eyes narrow and he starts to speak.

“I don’t know who you are or what game you think you’re playing here little girl, but I can guarantee that you won’t survive the night once I get free here. You have no idea what I am capable of, do you?”

The giggles in my head get louder and I join them by laughing at the man laid out underneath me, which causes him to frown and start to wriggle around, once again trying to buck me off his chest.

“Why is it that as soon as anyone sees my size, their immediate reaction is to call me a little girl?” I ask, tilting my head as if I’m truly interested in the reasoning. “Don’t bother answering that, Joseph, I don’t actually give a shit,” I say when he goes to open his mouth.

“Now, to answer your question, of course I know what you are capable of. Why the fuck do you think I’m sat here with you strapped to the bed?” I drag the blade down his chest and scrape the point over one of his nipples causing him to flinch, “Careful, Joseph, this blade is really sharp. We wouldn’t want to accidentally slice anything off too soon now, would we? Now, I’ll ask you again. Do. You. Know. Who. I. Am?”

I punctuate each word by tapping the tip of the knife on his chest above his heart and watch as his adam's apple bobs when he swallows.

“I have no idea who you are, but you look like a Halloween party reject to me.” He sneers up at me.

I gasp and slam the knife down into his shoulder, earning me a beautiful scream, before I lean down right into his face.

“That wasn’t very nice, now, was it?” I ask him, twisting the blade slightly and giggling as I relish in the whimper that comes up his throat. “Don’t you like my outfit, Joseph?” I ask with a pout as I sit myself back up.

He doesn’t answer me, so I lift one shoulder in a shrug and huff out a breath, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t, it’s still going to be the last thing you see before you leave this life.” I flick the hilt of the knife sticking out of his shoulder and chuckle as he hisses in a breath. “Ask me who I am, Joseph.”

He looks at me and shakes his head.

“No? Why not?” I pout at him. “Come on, I wanna play, Joseph. I thought you liked playing with little girls?” I say and smile as his eyes widen. “Oh, did you think I didn’t know what you were doing in my city? Tut, tut, Joseph, you really should know better.”

I grab another knife from beside me and start moving it from one hand to the other, Joseph’s eyes following my movements like the blade is a fucking metronome. “Now, ask me who I am, Joseph.Please.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before opening them and levelling me with a disgusted look.

“Who the fuck are you?” he sneers at me, grimacing like the words taste bad in his mouth and I chuckle once again.

“Yay, goodie!” I exclaim with a smile on my face. “Allow me to introduce myself. I am the Queen ofHelland I’m here to pass judgement on your crimes,” I tell him, as I raise the knife in my hand and twist my wrist in a regal wave.

He blinks and shakes his head taking in what I’ve just told him before he starts to laugh, making me bounce slightly on his chest. He stops and takes a deep breath, his eyes hardening and his lips turning down in a sneer before he starts talking.

“Now I know you’re talking complete fucking rubbish. There is no wayyouare the Queen of Hell. She’s a fucking myth passed around the criminal underworld as a way for the bosses to keep their underlings in line, like a fucking bedtime story,” he starts laughing again and doesn’t stop until he’s struggling to catch a breath and tears are leaking from his closed eyes.

“You know, you’re really starting to piss me off,” I tell him pouting, as the giggles get louder in my head in anticipation of what’s to come. “Of course, you dumb cunts believe I’m a fucking myth, it’s exactly the way I want it. But I am very much the real deal, Joseph. Which makes my being here very unfortunate for you,” I tell him solemnly before I smile once more. “Now, should we play a game?”

I can tell he still doesn’t believe a word I’m saying when he starts to laugh again. I tilt my head as I watch him and once he’s done he looks up at me, a sinister smile pulling up his lips.

“We can play all the games you want, sweetheart, but you will have to untie me first,” He runs his eyes down my body with a lecherous look. “I don’t know who you really are, but I’ve got the perfect game for us to play.”

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