“Trust me, sweetheart. You don’t want me to be.” I take out the knife I have hidden at my waist and clamp one hand around Madam Levy’s neck. She startles, bringing her hands up to fight me off, but I’m in complete control, from the moment Iimmobilize her, to when I pull her tongue from her mouth and dismember it with one clean stroke.
FIONA
What the fuck is happening?
I look on as blood spurts from Madam Levy’s mouth, mesmerized by the sight of my captor’s suffering.
First, he removes her tongue, then her ears, nose, and even the lids from her eyes, leaving her looking grotesque.
Her screams are strangely quiet, and I wonder if that’s why the man removed her tongue.
It should have been me who’d killed her. I’d been planning her demise for so long, waiting for the perfect moment. It wasn’t until a week ago that I got my hands on a knife, and that only happened because one of my clients was drunk.
My hand is wrapped around the hilt right now because I was waiting for the man to attack me. I’m not stupid enough to think I could win against his brute strength, but I was determined to do some damage on the way out and figured he’d be so pissed, he might kill Madam Levy afterward.
The man shoves a rag into Madam Levy’s mouth, pulls a length of rope from his bag, and ties her to the chair.
Then, he looks at me, his dark eyes devoid of emotion.
“I’d like to fuck you,” he says as though he were asking about the weather.
I blink back at him, unsure of what to say. He’s handsome, strong of body, with dark hair and a five o’clock shadow.
His calmness is absolutely terrifying. It’s one thing to kill someone. It’s quite another to do so while remaining so composed, without even the slightest indication of heart escalation.
“That knife won’t do you much good,” he says.
I look down at my hand, then back up at him. He’s right. He’s faster, stronger, and bigger than me. I’m at his mercy.
“Are you going to kill me?” I ask.
He shakes his head from side to side, and I believe him, though I have no good reason to.
I drop the knife and slide my panties off. He pulls out his cock, which is monstrous, and sits on the edge of the bed.
I scoot towards him. “How do you want it?”
“Did she hurt you?” he asks.
I look over at Madam Levy, whose chest is rising and falling in rushed bursts.
“Yes.”
“I would enjoy it if you looked on at her while we did it.”
I would enjoy that too.
With my back to his chest, he lifts me, placing his cock at my entrance. Somehow, I’m wet, which doesn’t happen too often.
For the next minute, he pushes me up and down his length as we watch Madam Levy suffer. I don’t come. I never have. But it’s the closest to aroused I’ve ever been.
After he releases, he puts his cock away and collects his things, cleaning his knife before putting it back in its sheath.
He was honest when he said he wasn’t going to kill me, though a small part of me wishes he had, because there are far too many Madam Levys in this world.
As he’s about to leave, I blurt out, “Take me with you!”
The look he casts me makes me feel like a monster. Like he can’t understand how someone like me exists.
