Silence.
An irritated smile flicked my lips up. Well, this just wouldn’t do.
I walked back to the table along the wall behind her and picked up a silk ribbon. I realized over the last week that I couldn’t leave too many marks on her or the police would actually suspect something when I let her go believing she would live.
No. She had to sound crazy if she was going to the cops. She had to sound hysterical. She had to sound like she was on the verge of a mental snap before I showed up at her place in the middle of the night and got rid of her, making it look like a suicide so I could take every dime she had, making her precious boyfriend watch as I did.
I wrapped each end of the black silk around my hands as I stepped up behind her. “I don’t like when people ignore me,” I told her, and wrapped the ribbon around her neck, just above that collar, pulling her back into me.
She thrashed and gagged, ripping at her hands as her pretty eyes found mine, bulging out of her head, her face turning red, drool dripping down her cheeks, sliding down her neck. Those strange eyes were lined in tears, the sounds of her suffocated gagging meeting my ears, and for half a second, I thought about how she would look on her knees looking at me like she was now, my cock hitting the back of her throat.
My cock throbbed again, and I leaned into it, swallowing the moan as I allowed myself to feel the rush. It had been a while since Malachi allowed me to torture a female customer, and it had been a while since I had one sucking my cock too. This was to be expected, so long as I remained in control.
Her lips started turning a pretty blue color and I immediately released her, letting her fall forward, gasping for air, coughing. Whoever I chose to fuck tonight was in for a treat.
I adjusted myself as I walked back over to the table and looked across the array of tools. Things to make her crack without leaving scars. Without leaving much evidence of anything, certainly not enough for the police to run on.
I picked up the lighter fluid. I could squirt a little of this on her and set it on fire, let it burn for a few seconds and then put it out. After watching her for as long as I had, I highly doubted she’d get through that without giving me what I wanted.
I picked up my lighter and walked over to face her again.
Her hair had come loose now, hanging around her face in tangled strings as she glared at me through her long lashes, panting, snot dripping from her nose, drool dripping to her legs. I had seen her in a few different situations since putting those cameras in her apartment.
I had seen her proud, mid-orgasm, sad, and on the verge of a great idea. But this? This was fear. Real, true fear, and it was coming out in rage.
I whipped my hand out and grabbed her jaw tightly, seeing the absolute death in her eyes. I had never seen someone this angry before. This…feral. “Your pathetic waste of a man owes me money, little writer. A debt that will be paid,in full. Whether you give it to me willingly or not.”
She snarled, fighting to rip her jaw out of my grip only for the tears to spill down her cheeks instead. She said something beyond that gag, and it only made me smile.
“If he won’t take the message himself, then I’ll have to send you instead.” My eyes fell to her gag, now wet, her gloss smeared around a little bit of the rim, causing it to shine, her lips stretched taut around it. Fuck. Steven was a lucky man.
I released her jaw and tapped her face, causing her to jerkangrily against her restraints.
I straightened. “Let’s see how long you last, hmm?” I shook the lighter fluid bottle, watching as her eyes flicked from it to me, hardening to ice.
She straightened, her racing pulse betraying her mask of bravery. She nodded to her leg and sat back, waiting.
I laughed. Oh, you do not want to challenge me, little writer. I stepped up, holding out the bottle above one tanned thigh. I squeezed some fluid onto her skin and lit the lighter, finding her eyes.
The challenge remained.
I shrugged and set the fluid on fire.
She didn’t even look.
She just stared at me while that fire burned bright orange.
She didn’t blink, didn’t react, she just waited.
I worked my jaw, watching her carefully, my hands clenching at my sides as I counted in my head. Seconds ticked by, her eyes filling with tears, still nothing.
What thefuck?
I dropped the bottle and stepped forward, slamming my hand against her thigh, her entire body jerking as I easily put the fire out, leaving a bright red handprint, and through it, a mark of slightly bubbling skin.
Fuck.
This little goddamn psychopath. Maybe she still had some secrets I hadn’t yet seen. Fine, I’d adapt.
