I follow the piss-poor excuse for a man as he crawls away.
Some may argue that these idiots have families. That I’m a bastard for taking them from their loved ones. I think they forget that their victims have families too.
I drag him back by the ankles and fasten him to the floor with my foot on his chest. Reaching into my pocket, I pull out the scalpel and hold it up to his terrified face. “I’ll let you choose,” I say with a twisted smile. “Who gets to go first? You,” I turn to the eunuch on the floor. “Or you?”
To my utmost delight, the eunuch tries to make a run for it.
As he stumbles and falls, I grab him by the collar and get the worst attempt at an uppercut I have ever seen. It barely grazes my chin. “So that’s how we’re doing it?”
His eyes grow wide as he meets my gaze, the scalpel an inch away from his face. “You first,” I step aside, just as I swipe the blade across his neck.
His horrified friend watches, frozen to the spot in a pool of his own blood and urine.
I wait long enough for the gurgled cries to fade into silence before turning to the friend. “I guess that means you’ll finish last.” I turn to him, twirling the scalpel between my fingertips. “There’s a first time for everything, I suppose.”
When I finish up with rapist number two, I hear a moan from behind the counter. Curiosity piqued; I approach the counter.Her eyes are still closed, but she moves slightly. Depending on what they injected her with, she may have little to no memory of what happened after she was drugged. I need to think of what the hell I’m going to do with this girl and her sister.
I can’t exactly drive them up to A&E and claim I found them; the gardaí will be all over my arse, even more than they are now. I could leave them here and wait for them to wake up and try to put the pieces together, but something about this girl tells me that she’s damaged enough. Perhaps that’s why she caught my attention. A helpless little dove.
But she’s not so helpless after all.
She fought back.
She’s still fighting back.
“Help,” she whispers between laboured breaths.
I place a bloodied hand on her face and try to get a better look at her in the darkness, but it’s difficult to make out her features.
I try to think of the features I looked at but didn’t see earlier at Dandelions. “Auburn hair,” I think to myself, remembering the slight glimpse I caught of her hair under the dim lights. As I grin at her and say, “You little rascal,” I cannot help but run my fingers through her silken locks.
A fun fact about redheads: an anaesthetic is less effective on them compared to individuals with other hair colours. The same can be said with other drugs meant to numb or sedate the body.
She will wake up sooner than her sister, which means I better put my arse in gear and figure out what I’m going to do with them.
“Ciara…” she grunts, trying to move her heavy eyelids.
That must be the sister’s name.
“She’s fine, pet,” I assure her gently. “Ciara’s fine.” Even in the dark, I can swear that I see a relieved smile spread across her face. “What’s your name?” Her hand grazes mine; she’s freezing.
“K-Katie.”
I look at the blood staining her cheeks and her hair. I’ve marked her with my victim’s blood. Something about it makes my cock twitch.
“You’re safe, Katie,” I whisper, trying to comfort her. “I need to leave for a minute, but I won’t be long.”
She doesn’t answer, and it’s probably for the best.
I leave the old bookshop and hurry back to the club, where I quickly wash the blood from my hands and face, change my clothes, and grab my car keys. Thankfully, I came straight from Dalkey to Dandelions. I cannot imagine trying to get her out of there on my bike.
She groans when I lift her limp body into the passenger seat of my car. I buckle her in, making sure she’s secure, and cover her with my suit jacket before closing the door gently.
I’m just about to leave when I remember the sister.
Shit.
I guess I’m bringing her too.
