A chuckle leaves me that I can’t stop. “You don’t think I have? You think I came all the way to your shitty apartment, waited for you, tied you up in this chair, and sat my perfect ass on your miserable, disgusting bed only for you to swear they’re over eighteen and not know that you’relying to me?”
“I’m not—Ah!”
My knife cuts across his jaw. He grunts and cries out as the scarlet blood trickles out and drips down.
“What the fuck was that for?!”
“Tell me about her,” I say, pointing to one of the brunettes Kade had shown me. “Tell me her name.”
“I don’t remember their names—”
“No? But I bet you remember the photo of her cunt you coerced her into sending you, don’t you?”
He blinks. “I—”
“Let’s see if I recall one of the messages correctly:Send me a picture of that little virgin cunt.I can’t wait to tell you how to touch it,” I quote.
“Is sexting illegal now?! Who is she? Your girlfriend—”
“She wasfifteen.”
His mouth snaps closed, and for a brief moment, he stares at me like he thinks I’m going to take it back.
“She wasn’t,” he finally says, his voice small. “She wasn’t. I researched her. She was nineteen—”
“Do you want to find out what happens when you lie to me again?” I ask, digging the knife into his skin again.
I point to two more girls on the screen.
“Fourteen. Fifteen. Sixteen. You had to have one of each, didn’t you?” I say about them.
“Please—I swear I didn’t know! I promise. I don’t talk to them anymore. That was a long time ago—”
“Do I need to find them and find out if you’re lying, Jeff?” I ask.
“No, no—please—I swear!”
He’s crying. Blubbering. The tears mingle with his blood and fall onto his white shirt as he pleads and swears he knew nothing about their ages.
I almost believe him.
Still… As much as I’d love to torture and play with him until he gives up every tiny little detail, I’m not here specifically for them.
“Shh… Shh… Stop your pathetic little mewling,” I say, forcefully wiping his face. “If you don’t want to talk about them, let’s talk abouther.”
I point to the photo of Bonnie kneeling on the bed, her blonde and pink hair braided over her shoulder, a gamer mask on her face, and lingerie covering her petite body.
“What about her?” he asks hoarsely.
“Do you know who she is?” I ask.
He gulps, his trembling mouth opening like a gasping fish. “I… Yeah. It’s Bonnie Miller.”
I pat his cheek twice. “Good boy,” I coo. “What’s your business with her?”
“I… We just talk on Cupid’s Arrow,” he says. “That’s it. Nothing—”
My phone rings, the noise cutting through the quiet room. I take it out and glance at it, finding Bonnie’s name across the screen.
