Page 136 of The Silencer

“Oh, come on, little snack. End it? There’s so much left to do.”

I nod and then peer up at Anthony. “I want to end it.”

“If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

We look at one another and he hands me a knife.

“Will you show me what to do?”

Anthony nods and leads me forward, his hand never leaving mine, his body bracketing my back.

We step up to Douglas Kennedy, the man who hurt me, who tortured me, who tried to break me. I hear his rasping, wheezing breaths. He doesn’t have much longer. I’m putting him out of his misery.

Anthony grasps onto my hand and guides the point to his neck.

“Right here, Tatum.”

He never wavers, just guides me with a flick of his wrist. I feel the blade pierce the flesh, and then I see the blood pour out of the wound. Douglas is left gasping, his body trembling slightly and then…nothing.

His body is slumped in the chair, my hand still clutching the end of the knife that is wedged into his neck.

“Come on, let me wash your hands,” Anthony says as Bane scuttles over and grabs a tool.

“Is he mine now, Boss?”

“Whatever you want, Bane,” Anthony replies and leads me from the room. He guides me back to a small washroom and helps me wash the blood from my skin. I watch it swirl down the drain, letting my bitterness and fear leave with it.

It’s done.

Nothing can hurt me again.

“Am I safe now?” I ask as he dries my hands.

“You are, Little Light. You’re safe with me.”

EPILOGUE

ANTHONY

“Mom, I’m fine. Really,” Tatum says, wiggling in her arms as she tries to look at his missing finger once more. She hasn’t been able to stop gawking at it.

“You should be much more careful when pruning bushes. I taught you better than that.”

It’s been a couple weeks since the ordeal and they’ve finally come for a visit, just in time for his graduation. Tatum told both of his parents that he was gardening and accidentally snipped his finger off with some shears.

“It’s not a lie,” he told me. “They did use shears.”

It made me see red all over again.

Luckily, Tatum calmed me down by sitting on my dick and helping me forget about all of it. He has a way with his ass, and his mouth.

Fuck, anything about him, really. He does it for me.

“Well, you need to really promise to be more careful,” his mom, Barbara, says and then looks at me, pointing her finger at me. “You better keep a better eye on him. My Tater-Tot is special.”

I chuckle as his dad, Ralph, comes up behind me and claps me on the back. “Don’t worry about her. She likes to seem threatening, but she wouldn’t hurt a fly. She just looks like a serial killer sometimes. Those eyes when people mess with her kid…”

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