Page 6 of Obsession

I heard the door shut, and knew they’d listened. For now, anyway.

“You won’t find mercy here, Hollis. Not from the likes of us.” I secured handcuffs around her wrists, shackling her to my bed. “So tell me. Are you a virgin? Will I be the first one to fuck your tight little pussy?”

Her face flushed and she looked away. I forced her to keep her gaze on me. The way she didn’t want to answer told me plenty.

“You’ve been touched by others?” Jealousy ripped through me, and a red haze settled over my vision. I wanted them. They needed to pay for touching what was mine. “Tell me, Hollis, who else has had the pleasure of defiling you?”

Hollis gasped for breath, her face flushed with humiliation. “N-no one. I-I swear, it was just my toy… and… and a few times… I-I mean, I was desperate, all right? I had no choice!”

My grip on her throat tightened. “Clarify ‘I had no choice.’”

Hollis’ eyes watered as I released her throat and pressed my forearm against it, applying more pressure. “A few men. I was desperate and needed money. They paid me to suck them off.”

I could barely contain my rage as I hauled my hand back and slapped her across the face. Red bloomed on her cheek and tears leaked from her eyes. “No fucking excuses! Who? Where?”

Her resolve seemed to crumble. “Alleys, public bathrooms. I sucked them off and they paid me because I was starving, okay?”

“I asked who, Hollis.”

“Randy Gilbert, Matt Hayes, and Rusty West. Are you satisfied now?”

“I’m going to fuck you, Hollis. And when I’m done, you’ll know what it means to belong to me.”

I stood and stripped out of my clothes. She paled as she watched me, and yet, I noticed a flicker of heat in her eyes. She might say she didn’t want this, might even fear me to some extent, but she couldn’t deny she wanted me. I stroked my cock as I looked down at her.

“Spread your legs,” I said. Her cheeks turned even redder as she obeyed me. “That’s it. Show me that pretty pussy.”

I worked on my cock until I came all over her, my cum covering her lower belly and dripping between her thighs. Putting my dick away, I fastened my pants and leaned down over Hollis.

“I’m going to go take care of a few things and I’ll be back. Be a good girl and don’t cause trouble. You won’t like it if Crash and Kane come in here while I’m gone. Understood?”

She nodded and remained silent.

I stormed out of the house and hit the streets, searching for the vermin who had dared to touch her. One by one, I hunted them down.

Randy Gilbert was easy enough. I found him balls-deep in a whore, fucking her against a building. Walking up behind him, I slit his throat, the blood spraying the whore’s face. She screamed and as his body fell to the pavement, she didn’t even bother lowering her dress before she took off running.

Rusty West was next. I kicked the drunk fucker’s leg, trying to get his attention from where he’d sprawled outside the liquor store. He blinked up at me and saluted with a mostly empty bottle of cheap booze.

“You had the audacity to touch what wasn’t yours,” I said.

“Whatcha talkin’ ’bout?” he asked, his words slurring.

“Hollis Crane. You put your filthy dick inside her. Now I have to cut it off.” At my words, he paled and began to sputter as he tried to get away. Drunk off his ass, it wasn’t like he was getting anywhere fast.

Yanking him to his feet, I dragged him into the closest alley and shoved him against the side of the building. Using my knife, I sliced open his pants, and snarled at the pathetic lump of meat hanging between his legs. With one quick move, I hacked it off, letting it flop to the ground at our feet.

He screamed and squealed as blood gushed down his thighs. “That’s for touching what didn’t belong to you.”

I stood back, watching as he slumped to the ground. It took a while, but the light began to fade in his eyes. Soon, death claimed him.

Two down. One to go.

Matt Hayes was harder to find. Snug in his bed at home. I typically didn’t barge into people’s houses. I left them with the false sense of security the four walls gave them. In this case, I’d make an exception.

I broke the knob and entered the house, marveling at the fact the bastard hadn’t bothered to lock a deadbolt or even put a chain across the door. He was making this far too easy. Creeping through his home, I found him in bed, with either his wife or girlfriend. I pressed the blade of my knife to his neck.

“Time to pay for your crimes, Matt Hayes,” I said.

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