He whips his head to mine, his eyes pleading, but he’ll get no mercy, not for hurting my Sparrow.
“I can give you money! I’ll give you anything. Just stop, please. Ibegyou!”
A chuckle echoes around my head.
I spit in Hale’s face. “You think money will keep you alive? Oh no, you’re dead. In fact, I’m going to kill youandtake your money. How does that sound? It won't fix the damage you've done to my girl, but it'll help her out.” He hangs his head in defeat and I take my blade, removing several of his fingernails, going as slow as I can.
I’m bored now.Time for something new.
Fire, my queen. Fire.
I prowl to the hearth and grab the tongs, digging around in the flames to find the hottest bit of coal I can.
“No! No, please, no!” he screams. I walk over slowly, tongs gripping a smouldering, hissing piece of coal and Islowlypress it onto his dick. The smell of burning flesh hits my senses, and I moan out loud, letting him see and hear just how much I enjoy his misery.
Good girl.
Hale passes out from the pain—poor baby. I stand in front of him and I lower a hand to my pussy, giving her a little rub over the fabric. I’m so wet from this, from torture. From inflicting pain.
That’s it. Think of me.
I moan louder, more intense as I start to build.
That voice in my head…
The man groans as he comes to but doesn’t quite manage to get it out as I slap himhardacross the face.
“You didn’t think we were finished, did you?”
He spits blood and starts to sputter. “I’m… I’m going to kill you. I’m going to kill all your little whore friends and finish off that slut. She wasn’t worth my time…” I tune him out.
Red. Red.Red.
He is still talking but I can't hear his words anymore.
It’s time, my love.
I look around his room frantically, I needsomething.Where is it?I go to his dresser, the fucker has a lot of jewellery and ornaments scattered around and he thinks it gives him power over people, that it lets him do what he wants.I’llshow him power. Give me what I need. Something catches my eye, a certain ornament.
A crow.
Like it was meant to be.
I grab it and turn to face the man, a wicked grin on my face. His eyes widen as I get closer to him. He’s yelling at me, but I can't hear his words. Not now, not when I'm feelingsoclose.
Yes. Do it.
He’s spitting blood all over me.Red.I laugh, rubbing it into my clothes, my skin.
I like this.
I raise my arm up high, the crow securely in my hand, the beak sticking out along with the wings; it’s sharp, cutting into my hand slightly and I shiver from the pleasure it gives me, the rush of it running down my thighs at this point.
Thought you’d like that.
A tingle goes down my spine. I need to finish.
I bring down the crow to the top of this man's head.
