Page 30 of Malicious Desires

“No…she was begging for it.”

“Liar,” I seethe, taunting him with the gun cocked.

He spits at me again, spattering my clothes with blood. I’d only pulled out one tooth, so it’s baffling that his mouth is filled with so much blood.

“Strip, fucker,” I demand. He shakes his head.

I press the gun against his forehead. “I said strip, you fucker.”

He obeys, slowly, until he’s completely naked in front of me.

“Are you going to fuck me now? To punish me?”

I scoff. “You’d like that too much for it to be a punishment.”

“What are you going to do to me then?” he asks, his voice shaky.

“What you deserve…” I tell him, smirking wickedly as I pull the gun away from his head and take a step back. The gun has six bullets in it, and I plan on using every damn one of them.

“What’s th…” he starts to ask but I fire a round, the bullet hurtling towards him and cutting off his words. It hits the target, spattering blood everywhere as it collides with his dick and he screams the soundproof room down.

I don’t even flinch as I fire another two rounds, this time the bullets hit him square in the ribcage, spattering even more blood. He’s screaming in agony.

“Pll…eese…stt…ooop…” he yelps.

I’m shocked he’s even still standing, let alone trying to speak. “Too late,” I spit, stepping towards him and firing a bullet into each kneecap. He falls to the floor, blood spurting out of every bullet wound.

I put the gun to his head, and he lets out a final gasp for breath, a final plea to beg me to stop but it’s worthless. I draw back the trigger and fire the final shot straight between his eyes. The blood spatter covers me, and he falls backwards into a pool of his own blood. I kick his lifeless body just for fun and tuck my gun back into the waistband of my jeans.

I could’ve tortured him more, but the job is done.

Heading back out to the desk, I stop to speak to Barth.

“It’s done. You good to organise disposal?”

“Yeah, cuz. Thanks.”

“Anytime for you, Barth. Don’t forget to comfort your girl after this.”

“I will.”

“I won’t tell you all the details, but she’s lucky to have you loving her.”

He nods and I leave, getting in the Bugatti and driving straight over the bridge to the side of Vemore I shouldn’t be. I shouldn’t even be thinking about him, let alone driving to his dorms in the middle of the night, covered in some useless fucker’s blood. But I need to get out of my own head for a while, and just enjoy some pleasure that’s not sadistic.

Chapter 17

Jasper

It’s a warm evening so I have my window open to let in the slight breeze and I’m sitting on my bed in only boxers whilst I’m reading. It’s a textbook, so it’s a bit of a bore, but the artwork is stunning.

Flipping the pages I sigh, about to close it and get under the covers to try and sleep when my open window slides up. I shriek, reaching out to shut the window which isn’t possible as Reece is climbing into my room again.

He’s shivering, despite the warm evening.

“Reece, seriously what are you doing crawling in my window again?”

“I had to see you.”

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