Gaia
Iwalked into the glass room, clad in a leather catsuit with a mask to match. I could see those fucking perverts glaring at me. They’d been clients of my father’s for years. “What do you fancy today, gentlemen?” I asked in a Russian accent. “I am your ringmaster tonight.”
My father had moved his operations to an elite club. He’d been getting more edgy, several of his men and main clients had been killed, and there was no trace of the person who did it. He believed it was one of his many enemies, but still, he didn’t altogether stop his operations. I danced in this club every Friday night, under a pseudonym. I managed to slip into the VIP area, planning on doing what I’d come to do then slip out. When I was done at this club, I’d move to the next. I’d been following my father’s associates for a while now.
The lights in the VIP area were dim with mirrors on every wall. A private bar was stocked with drinks, the music slow, seductive, and turned down low. The men adjusted their pants at the sight of me, their eyes raking over me.
“What would you fellas like today?” I asked through gritted teeth.
“Something young and fresh.” One man spoke on behalf of the rest of them.
I signalled to a man at the door and he walked in with a young girl who could not have been older than eighteen. “This young enough for you?” I asked the men.
“Is there anyone younger?” One of the scumbags asked.
The pounding had already started in my head, and I could not help what I did next. I usually waited, but it had been a fucked up day. I put a knife to the neck of the man that brought the girl in, cutting him. He fell to his knees, holding on to the wound which poured blood. The girl crouched in the corner of the room. “Stay here,” I told her before I walked around the screen that separated me from the men and pierced the chest of the first one. The other two tried to get up.
“Sit,” I commanded, and they did. “Or I put a bullet through your brains.”
I threw them cuffs, and like good boys, they cuffed themselves.
“So obedient.” I hissed.
“You like little girls, don’t you?” I asked, and the second man shook his head. “But you asked for one, and I provided it? Pretty isn’t she? Fresh pussy. But still, she wasn’t good enough.” He looked up at me, fear filling his eyes. “You like to defile them.”
I ripped his shirt and stuffed it into his mouth. He tried to shove me off with his shoulder, but his hands were tied, and he couldn’t actually do much. They often underestimated me because of my size. I pulled out a vial and poured the liquid over his face, the skin starting to melt and contort in front of me. It was disgusting, but I enjoyed it. His howls were stifled. The other man begged for me to end him quickly after looking at the two beside him.
“But you’re special. So, I am going to hurt you so bad nobody will recognize you.” I pressed a knife into the top of his head, slitting his skull, watching the blood splash like a fountain. I pushed it further in then pulled it out, continuing that motion a few more times. I stabbed his face and chest and only stopped when my anger had subsided.
I told the girl to wait, that the police were on their way, and then I left. I felt relieved, but it would be short-lived. Maybe I was the bad guy, but no child would be hurt on my watch. I could not save them all, but I would sure try.
