“Please, De. Please, just go. You know you don’t need this money, but if you want it Worthy will be good to his word. I know you’re only here because you found out I’d be here. Christos needs to mind his own fucking business and quit tracking me for you. I’m not mad anymore. I’m just tired. I’m so tired of riding this never-ending merry go round with you. Please, De, let me go.”
Diego was the one who seemed to deflate this time. He wasn’t the badass businessman I had seen a few minutes ago. He was just a middle-aged man who looked lost and so sad. Without another word, Diego cut a look at me standing next to Terrence, who was still passed out on the floor.
“Don’t ask me how I know, but I know what that piece of shit put you through. You’re not the only one he’s hurt, and you won’t be the last if he’s allowed to live.” Stepping toward us, he looked down at Terrence, then spit on his face. “I was threatening him because he deserved to suffer and die for being such a sadistic cunt.”
Diego brought his foot back and violently kicked Terrence in the ribs. Having experienced that feeling not too long ago, I cringed. He was silent for so long a time, I thought he was done, but I was wrong.
“I was willing to take care of him, but he’s yours by right. You don’t owe me money, Mr. Winters, just make sure he suffers. With such excellent help, I don’t think you’ll need it, but if I can be any help with the body or the cops, just reach out.”
I needed to make sure one last loose end was taken care of so I called Diego’s name as he turned to leave and asked him, “What about the two guys you got to kidnap me? I need you to promise no harm will come to them.”
With a simple nod of his head to me and one last kick in the ribs for Terrence, Diego walked out the front door. I had no time to think about that extraordinary man or his offer to help because Terrence started to moan in pain, clutching his ribs. It was time to end this, for all of us. Reaching down, I got a grip on both of his wrists and started to drag him into my dad’s library. As I dragged him with little resistance into the room, I had an epiphany. Something had snapped in my mind when I’d had to protect Crow, instead of the other way around. I could take care of myself.
I was just as powerful in my own right as all these hired killers were. Some of them might underestimate me because of the way I looked or dressed, but that would be their downfall. All they had to do was ask Diego how harmless I was. That man was the scariest person I’d ever met, and without hesitation, I’d punched him in the balls and given him an ultimatum. He might have killed me for it, but I was beyond caring. I had one goal in mind from now on. I was going to do whatever the fuck I wanted to do and never apologize for my actions ever again. Fuck the world. I was living my life without apologies.
As I got Terrence into the middle of the room where the tray of rice had always been kept for my groveling and subjugation, I knew what I wanted to do. Crow and Osprey came in through the solid wood pocket doors, and I started giving orders.
“Crow, there’s a lot of rope in a closet in the hallway by the kitchen, could you bring me all of it, please? And while you’re there, if you could look in the pantry for the olive oil and bring that, too.”
He gave me a lifted eyebrow as his only question, but I didn’t feel like answering. In the silence, he got the hint and walked out into the hallway in search of the kitchen.
“Osprey, could you look in the top right drawer of the desk over there and get out one of Zippo lighter?”
“You’re a bossy little dude when you want to be, aren’t you?”
“I’m starting to be, yeah. Why? Is that a problem?”
I tried to make the comment sound flippant but was afraid it might have sounded a little unsure instead. I was growing into my own. It might take a while to build up the confidence to go with it.
“Nope, got no problem with a guy who knows what he wants. And I’m pretty sure I know what you’re going for here. I would suggest you get some hand sanitizer, too. There’s some on the desk, just put it all over and then add the olive oil. The two together should make this very effective.”
“Thanks, Os. I think I read about something like that recently. That’ll be perfect.”
Osprey went to get the hand sanitizer bottle and brought it over while I started to strip Terrence. He was still out, but starting to come around, so we had to be quick.
“Os, can you spread that stuff on his skin when I get his clothes off?”
Osprey smiled a huge grin. “Sure thing, boss.”
I smiled back and got Terrence buck naked in no time. Throwing his clothes on the nearby club chair, I walked around the desk and opened up the lower left drawer this time. Reaching in, I picked the biggest dildo in the stash. No matter the need for the olive oil, I wouldn’t be using it for this part.
Crow came back from his errand and made quick work of trussing Terrence up in a modified hogtie. We could reach his ass and his mouth. That was really all we needed. There was a joy in my heart I had never felt before. I imagined this was how Crow felt when he was about to start with a new subject. It was amazing! Rolling Terrence over, Os held him down and open for me to get started while Crow, who had brought all the rope into the room, stood by and watched. It was thrilling to have him watch me withmyfirst subject.
The screams at first bothered me a little bit. Not because he was in so much pain. I didn’t give a flying fuck how much pain he was in. No, it just pissed me off that he couldn’t take his own rules seriously and take the pain, no matter what. I got tired of his blood-curdling pleas for mercy after a few minutes, so I took his streaked underwear off the chair and shoved them in his mouth.
“Shut the fuck up, Terrence! Take the pain and don’t make a sound. Wasn’t that the rule you gave me?”
I kept shoving the enormous cock into his virgin ass, loving the way it stretched. Granted, the blood helped it go in each time I pulled out and pushed back in again.
“Quit your whining, you sadistic fuck. You made me take a dildo this size one time, too, remember? Ifuckingremember. It hurt, you fucking bastard. Even though you were kind enough to spit on it, it hurt for months after. I’m sorry you won’t have months to suffer, but I want you to know what it’s like before you die.”
Once he was properly stuffed, I returned to my original plan, but first I wanted a few things to take with me. I got the guys to help me gather some books from the library, a few things from the living room, mostly family albums and framed pictures. When all the family things had been gathered, I went upstairs to my room.
Everything was exactly as I’d left it. I remembered sitting on that bed, terrified to do it, to actually leave. Had that really on been a few weeks ago? It seemed a lifetime. I wasn’t that cowering scared boy Terrence called worthless anymore. I was taking back my life and living it without apology.
As I felt arms come around my middle and one hand wrap around my throat, I knew all of this was thanks to the man who held my life in his hands. Crow might have kidnapped me, planned to kill me even, but in the end, he’d set me free.
“Thank you, Crow.”
