“It’s so nice to finally meet you!” Sage says in a light, cheery voice. Seeing how she can completely pretend to be a different person is almost bone-chilling. But this is for the greater good.
Martin takes a seat with his back to me, which I’m very thankful for. It makes my job a lot easier if he doesn’t fight. He and Sage start making small talk while I sneak out of the tree line and creep my way over to him, syringe in hand.
Before he realizes what’s happening, the needle is in his neck and I’m pushing the drugs into his veins. His eyes go wide before they close entirely.
“What—where am I?” Martin asks in a terrified voice when his eyes open in the crematorium basement. Sage and I both look at him with smiles on our faces.
“So you have a thing for little girls, huh?” she asks in a dark voice. She grabs a knife from the table and slams it down beside him. His entire body shakes against the metal table, and she laughs.
“Please! I can pay you—name your price, just let me go!” Martin begs.
“Oh, we have no use for your money,” I say, tracing my knife up and down his arm. It knicks him, and he gasps from the surprise. I can’t help but laugh. “There’s much more where that came from.”
“How many children have you done this to?” Sage asks him. “We already know about one because she sent you to jail. But how many came before her? How many have you hurt since you were let out on good behavior?”
“I—I don’t know what you’re—”
Sage slams her hands down on the metal table and stops him from lying. “Did you learn nothing while you were in jail?” Her eyes are like furious beads glaring down at him.
When she first suggested this idea to me, I thought it would be silly. Vigilantes are something for comic books. But I see it now. I see the fury in her veins, and I feel it too. This is what I was meant to do.
Martin refuses to talk, no matter how much she tries to get a confession out of him. So we skip to the next part of our plan.
Sage cuts into his flesh and watches as his blood pools around the knife. Martin screams at the top of his lungs, and I don’t do anything to silence him. I know that Sage wants to hear him scream. She wants to hear him beg and plead for his pathetic life.
I work on the other arm, letting the blood slowly drain from him as his breath turns ragged.
“Martin, something tells me you do a lot of thinking with your dick,” she says as she stands at hip level. She grabs him by the balls and squeezes, making him squeal more than he has before. “Let’s put an end to that.”
Even I wince as she cuts his dick off. Don’t get me wrong, Martin deserves all this and more for what he’s done. It’s just a little hard to watch.
The pain makes him pass out, and when it’s no longer fun to torture him, Sage plunges the knife into his chest. Before we started doing this together, I was opposed to the idea of letting her help. I thought that I needed to be the one to kill. But getting to watch Sage do it is just as intoxicating as doing it myself.
“How do you feel?” I ask as we turn on the oven. This is the first person she’s actually killed by her own hand.
“Powerful. Like I’m in control of something for the first time in my life,” she says, almost looking like she’s in shock herself.
We wait for the oven to heat up before putting Martin’s body inside. I clean off the table, wiping up his blood and sanitizing it. Sagewatches the fire for a few minutes, then walks over to me and pulls my face close to hers for a kiss.
She’s hungry, like my kiss is water in a desert, and my mind is immediately pulled from cleaning. I lift her up and set her down on the table.
“Fuck me,” she whispers in my ear. I kiss her neck, nibbling on the flesh delicately as I fumble with the button on her jeans. She lifts her hips so I can slide them off and toss them to the ground.
I massage her through her panties before ripping them off and unbuttoning my pants. My cock is already hard, and Sage wraps her hands around it to feel for herself. She smiles and kisses me, teasing me more.
I pull away and lower my mouth to her pussy, immediately finding her clit with my tongue. Sage leans back with her eyes closed as she raises her hips ever so slightly.
“You feel so fucking good,” Sage moans as I slide a finger inside her.
“And you taste delicious,” I reply before burying my face in her pussy.
With every moment that passes, my cock throbs more and more. My hands climb up her shirt and fiddle with her nipples while she holds them against her. Just when she’s on the verge of coming, I pull my mouth away from her and plunge my cock inside.
Sage jolts upright and moans uncontrollably as I sink my entire shaft inside her. I start off slow, savoring the feeling of her around my cock, but I get more frenzied as I move. I quicken my pace, and eventually the metal table is moving an inch every time I thrust into her.
“You’re so fucking naughty,” I whisper in her ear as I feel her pussy clenching tighter around me.
How did I get so lucky? Most women would run for the hills if they even suspected a man could be dangerous. But Sage stuck around—even when I didn’t want her to. Now I’m here with the love of my life, both of us high off a kill and screwing each other’s brains out.
