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“I told you… only the right answers will get you what you want. You lie, you lose.” So fucking smug, but what the hell…
“Yes. Yes, I killed him. Toby was an asshole.”
“That’s my good girl. Now, spread your legs for me.” I did, and in a moment, the patterned edge of the hilt trailed up until it was pressing against my clit. I groaned in pleasure and pain. “Was he the first one you killed?”
“He… he killed his cancer patients. I killed him. It’s only fair. It’s like what you’re doing now.”
“Not the question I asked. Did you kill more before him, after him, or was he your only victim?”
“He’s my only—”
“Wrong.” He was no longer gentle with his dagger. I gritted my teeth when he met my eyes.
“Fuck, Ash. Fuck. Ok, ok. I’d killed before him, but haven’t killed anyone after him. He was my last.”
“How many? How many before Doctor Dawson?”
I stared at the ceiling with a sigh. I knew Asher was in no position to snitch, but did I want him to know all these little details about me? Dark, dangerous details that would give him some kind of power over me?
“Eight.”
“Eight?”
I nodded.
“Thanks for telling me the truth,” he said, dragging the hilt down until it was prodding my pussy. I jerked up, desperate, and he laughed, pulling it back from me, and replacing it with his fingers. “Why? Why did you kill?” He softly stroked me, and I clenched my teeth.
“For the same reason you’re killing now.”
“They killed your best friend?”
“These men hurt others.”
“So? You were doing social service before you got caught?” he mocked.
“No. I was helping myself.”
“Right answer,” he whispered, his fingers rubbing me softly. “Does killing make you happy?”
“Peaceful. The voices go quiet.”
He nodded, taking his finger back and when his dagger met my flesh again, it was the sharp side. It cut into my thigh, like a soft seduction, drawing blood and then the blade was gone.
“We should get going.”
That sick little fuck.
I grunted as he cut the rest of the tape and without another word or warning, he ripped it off from my body, and I bit the screams in.
Freed, I stumbled up from the gurney with a curse. My body was sore, my neck burned, and every inch of my skin ached. As if it wasn’t enough, I was aroused and humiliated.
“Eyes on me, asshole. I’ll take that shirt now, thank you,” I grumbled, motioning him to remove his shirt.
He played me perfectly and now… here he was, ogling.
“Why would you assume that I’m going to give my shirt to you?” he teased, but he unbuttoned his shirt anyway and handed it to me. “You look cold. And grumpy. You wanted more of my dagger?” His eyes were on my erect nipples when I pulled on the shirt. When I was considerably warmer, I turned to Asher, and once again… I was struck.
I had a feeling I’d never not be struck by how magnificent he was.
