Like a moth to a fucking flame.
I sat on his lower back, adjusting the pillow and asking if he was comfortable, and then I started massaging his shoulders. It was light at first, and then I got into it, fluttering my eyes closed when I heard him groan.
“Where did you learn this?”
I smiled to myself. “I told you. My mother. Might not surprise you, but I was kind of a problem child.” He chuckled into the pillow and I continued, kneading out knots in his shoulders and working my way down his back. “I learned other shit from different people.”
“Like what?”
“Well…my brother taught me how to read.”That part’s true, at least. “We had a chef that let me help in the kitchen and I learned how to cook pretty young.”Also true. “But I guess I’d have to say…all the stuff I learned in this particular area, I learned from studying men like you.” Romanov crossed his armsunder the pillow and pressed his forehead into it. I started on his lower back.
“What else did you learn?”
How to get you distracted…and comfortable.
“There’s one guy that’s pretty special to me. He’s a lot older than me, but he taught me a song. I call him Mr. Miyagi.”
He snickered into the pillow. “Asong?”
“Why are you laughing?” I giggled. “I have an excellent singing voice. Want me to sing it for you?”
“No.”
“Oh, shut up. You’ll love it. If you don’t, maybe I’ll let you gag me later.”
“Okay. I’ll make deal.”
I leaned down and kept my facade going, pinching him playfully and using my other hand to slip the knife I stole from the kitchen out of my bodice. “You’re mean. Okay, here goes. Ready?” He snorted and shook his head, but kept his face in the pillow. I trailed the point of the blade down a couple of his ribs, matching my fingernail on the other side.
“Lung.”Stab.
“And liver.”Stab.
“Kidney…pie.”Stab.
Mikhail screamed and I bore all my weight down on my elbow, keeping his face smashed into the pillow.
“Twist the knife?”Twist. Slurp.
“…and watch you die…”
I grabbed his nasty underwear and rolled him over, stuffing the wad into his mouth.‘Simon says’…these particular points make the body weak so quickly that they lose all fight. And then they die slow enough to put on a good show…if youletthem. I spread his legs, and sat between them, smiling down at him while his eyes danced in delirium.
“Your filthy cock will never hurt another soul, Mikhail Romanov. But just to makesureit doesn’t…” He groaned in panic, trying to beg. How cute. I raised the flaccid, uncircumcised excuse for an organ and started sawing it off. He’s confident, I guess…but it sure didn’t take long to give him the Kendall O’Dell treatment.
Hahahahaha…
I dangled it over him just like Seven had done to Malek that day at the McKinley warehouse. She had the right idea. This is way more fun. Blood spurted from his nose and the corners of his gagged mouth when he started choking on everything that lung finally filled up with.
…And then the fucker died.
“Well…” I sighed, shoulders slumping. “That was fun. Let’s get you cleaned up,Daddy-o.”
Time to throw my back out, dragging him to the bathtub.
Who in thefucktold me to do this in heels?!
I’ve got sweat dripping down my cleavage. Blood spatter decorated my chest…myneck. I fanned myself in the bathroom, running water in the sink, washing my hands and wiping off what I could, when a knock sounded at the door.
