Whack. Whack. Whack.
I struck him three times in succession…hard.
His skin turned a bright crimson shade, leaving one-inch-thick stripes where the whip landed. His shrieks were loud music to my ears, but luckily, this room was also soundproof, like Kittens.
"I-I'm sorry.”
Screaming in between.
“God, I am sorry! I'm so sorry!"
I delivered five more lashes until I drew blood. When I finished, he hung limp against the chains, coughing and sobbing while the snot ran down his lips and chin.
I looked down at the chucks on the floor. He pissed himself. Just as I thought he would. Good thing I covered the floor when I did. I could kill him without an ounce of remorse, but I promised Kitlyn I wouldn't.
Jacob stood from his chair when the last blow landed. The bulge in his pants was quite evident. This would not be the first time I witnessed him fucking one of our victims. I usually threw him their sorry asses before killing them if that was part of our assignment.
Sometimes, I would get explicit instructions to make them suffer, andthey did. Jacob is just as sadistic as I am, but I never dipped my cock in any of our targets. I wasn’t interested in men, so I always allowed him that pleasure. While the kid sobbed, I turned my attention toward my partner.
"We won't kill him. He is yours for the rest of the night. You can clean him up, and then he will belong to you.Because this is a revenge thing, I will watch the cameras from the computer."
Jacob looked like he was salivating at the lips. He is a sadistic motherfucker.
I smiled wickedly.
"Give him what he deserves. Use him and abuse him well. I want toseehis punishment enforced."
Jacob walked over to the weak kid and assessed the damage. "He isn't bleeding that bad. I have seen your handy work, A. This is pretty mild."
I looked at him, smirking.
“I think what you’re about to do will seal the deal. Do you need a condom, or did you check his health background?"
He grinned from ear to ear.
"I checked his health status earlier this morning. I had an inkling I'd be fucking him tonight. He is clean, so no condom is needed. You know I like to go in naturally when I can." The evil glint in his eyes told me hereallyenjoyed his job. I laughed, patting him on the back.
"Good. He is all yours then. Do what you want, but don't kill him. He has a little guardian angel who requested that I spare his life."
I left the room and took another shower. Although he didn't bleed heavily, I wasn't sure if any of the fluid splattered on me, and I took no chances with that vile shit. It was always best to shower after whipping or killing someone.
It doesn't matter which tactic was chosen; their blood spilled the same way. After I dried off and dressed for the second time tonight, I headed to my office and viewed the cameras. I pulled up the roomwhere Jacob was administering his discipline and Kittens' house.
I know I shouldn't be watching her, but I needed to make sure she was settled and safe. She was sitting at the kitchen table with Becca.
Her friend was not my favorite person in the world, but I had no say in Kit's life anymore, so I had to deal with it. They were eating Chinese food while laughing and crying. Becca couldn't believe Kit was still alive. She repeated it multiple times, sounding like a broken record.
They chatted about her ordeal, but not in great depth. Kitlyn said her kidnapper wasn’t half bad and let her go. I smirked after I heard that little snippet of the conversation. I wondered if she meant it. She was following my instructions, disclosing very little about her ordeal.
Such a good girl. My good girl.
She showed Becca her wrist, where the tracking device was implanted. I checked my phone and clicked on the GPS app. She hadn't removed the one in her arm, but the one in her neck remained a secret, or she would have mentioned it to her friend. I was relieved she didn't find out about its existence.
I want to monitor her to prevent what occurred between John and myself from happening again. A stalker and a would-be rapist all in one night. Talk about shit luck! It seems like calamity follows her around.
If given the chance, many men out there would hurt her badly. At least I knew I would not severely hurt her, so even though it was wrong, she was never in any real danger with me. I am honest, but inserting the tracker in her neck was smart. My mind won'trest knowing she is out there without at leastsomeprotection from the world's creeps.
I was satisfied that Kitlyn had reconnected with her friend again.
