I stand up and lean down to grab him by his feet then drag him inside my van. I parked here earlier. When I load him into the van, I make sure he doesn’t escape. To make sure he doesn’t escape or attack me, I handcuff his hands. And feet.
The drive to my secluded home is eerie, just the way I like it. From a young age, I have learned that solace can be found in the darkness. Whenever I felt like screaming because of the amount of rage I felt, I retreated into oblivion.
But now I can’t retreat. I need to do this. I need to keep this world safe. For Lana.
I’m only driving for a couple of minutes before I hear something in the back of my van.
I look in my mirror, and I see that he is waking up.
“Oh, good, you are awake. How are you?” I’m not asking because I’m concerned. I want to assess his medical condition.
“What… Where… am I?” he asks, and I scrunch my eyebrows.
“You are in the back of a driving van, asshole.” He starts blinking rapidly and takes in his surroundings. When he realizes where he is and that his hands and feet are cuffed, he begins to panic. I feel his eyes burning into the back of my head, and I can’t help but smile. I return my attention to the road.
“Get me the fuck out of here!” He is trying really hard to sound intimidating by yelling at me, but it doesn’t faze me. If only he knew how many sons of bitches were trapped in this van.
“I can’t do that. I can promise you we are going to have so much fun, though!” The irony is that I’m not lying.
This is going to be fun, and I hate lying.
“I’m going to scream and somebody will—”
“Yeah, yeah, you will scream. Go ahead and scream. I do have one request, though.” I look in the mirror again, and my gaze changes into something far more serious.
“Do not, and I repeat, do not piss in my van. The last guy that pissed in my van had his dick shoved down his throat.” A funny, neat trick I learned from Sara.
“You are kidding, right?”
“Does it sound like I’m kidding?”
“Why the fuck are you doing this? I don’t even fucking know you, man.” I make a clicking sound with my tongue and wink at him through the rearview mirror.
“That’s right, but I know you. You have been harassing a very special lady for the last couple of months.” Oh, my little hummingbird. The thought of her relaxes me instantly.
“What fucking lady? Is it—” He pauses, and he looks left and right, as if that will speed up his thinking process. I let him stew on it because I need to stay focused while driving. I may be one of the most dangerous men on the planet, but I’m not a reckless driver. “Is it because of that bitch in the diner?”
That does it.
I check for cars on the road and stop the van immediately. Then I pull my gun out and aim it toward him. His eyes widen, and he starts shaking his head violently.
My hand is steady, and my demeanor shifts from playful to severe. I’m stiff as a plank, there is no tremor in my hands, and my gaze is fixated on his eyes. The outside world stops, and the single light flickering in my van seems smaller than it is.
I’m mad.
“If you ever talk about her like that, or any woman for that matter, you’ll be going through life as a eunuch.”
“I… I…”
“That’s exactly the sound you will be making when you are choking on your own dick. Want to turn that theory into reality?” The pig is shaking violently, and tears are forming in the corners of his eyes.
Good.
I put my gun back into my pants holster and drive again. The drive to my main home is quiet, and I’m praying to God that he doesn’t piss all over my van.
Once I enter my garage, the lights flicker on automatically. I get out of my van and slide the back door open to see if the fuckeris still alive. Before I grab him, I go up front and open the glove compartment to find my latex gloves. I put them on and check on the asshole.
“Well, you are alive,” I say with a groan. My desire to kill him is big, but I don’t do it. I grab him by his legs and drag him out of the van, causing his head to thud against the floor.
