36
Cal
Like lambs for the slaughter, they follow me.
Of course, they follow me. Because I've just presented them with the opportunity to act on their most insidious desires without worrying about any of the things that come along with it. I've given them a get-out-of-jail-free card in exchange for such a small sum of money. What's a few hundred dollars compared to a whole damn person?
Guilt crawls beneath my skin as I realize it's exactly what I did. I paid for my little doll, and I got to have free rule over her for as long as I wanted. I got to do anything and everything I wanted to her because I was her god, and she was my unwilling disciple. Even as the guilt makes my stomach twist, my cock stiffens at the thought of having such utter control over her... and the bloodshed that's about to come.
Nothing separates me from these monsters, monsters we're going to kill because they hurt people. It's a hard truth. And I don't have time to focus on it, because we're here.
My tires crunch over gravel as we turn off the paved road, and Garrett turns to me.
“Why'd you move her outhere? Your theater seemed to work just fine.”
“Scared?” I taunt him.
“No.” He scoffs. “I'm not a little bitch. I just don't see why it was necessary to bring us all the way out here.”
I roll my eyes to the rearview mirror, where the headlights of Kev's car are bouncing along behind us.
“Because the theater is in the middle of the city. Cameras everywhere, people coming and going at all times in different buildings. We don’t want anyone to get suspicious of the operation. If I'm bringing random men to the theater every night, they'll begin to ask questions that none of us want to answer.”
Garrett nods at that, rationalizing my excuse.
Kev parks behind me as we get out, and the thrill inside of me grows.
“Nice place you got there.” He smirks, indicating the warehouse that's seen better days.
It's an all-metal structure, which has helped with the structural integrity, but the original owner staggered multiple prefabricated shells together, creating something of a maze among these buildings.
They're all butted against each other, with only one way in.
And for the men who are here to be my victims, no way out.
It's the perfect place for this... both the ruse and the reality.
“Weapons stay in the car.” I tell them, indicating the gun holstered at Bear’s side.
Kev’s eyes narrow in suspicion. “Why?”
“Cause there’s five of you and one of me. I don’t want you deciding you’re not paying and putting a bullet between my eyes… or hers. Consider it protecting my investment.”
“How do we know you don’t have anything on you?” Kev asks, suspicion coloring his words.
I open my suit jacket to show him I’m not exactly strapped and turn out the pockets. “You’re welcome to frisk me if you’d like.”
“Come on, boys.” Garrett chuckles. “We’re all friends here.”
Bear grunts and unholsters the gun, dropping it on the seat and closing the door. I look at each of them pointedly, and Jenko drops a hunting knife on the seat along with the revolver.
Satisfied with that, I turn and lead them toward the door.
Theycouldstill be armed, but I’ll be picking them off one by one. I like my chances.
“I own my own independent theater, you know?” I say, peacocking a bit to appeal to them. “The one on Westbrook. We've recently branched into creating our own films, too. This is the location I scouted for an upcoming slasher.”
Jenko takes a look around, his lips pushed out as he appraises the building in the center of the property, the overgrown grounds around it, and the trees in the distance. We're surrounded by miles of forest in all directions.
