Page 79 of Unhinged

“Believe me, I know hundreds of ways to make him hurt. And I’ll use everyone until he dies from shock.”

Michael quivers. “Come on, you’re not a killer, Alice.”

Alice glares at him. “I wasn’t, but you’ve turned me into someone I hardly recognize anymore.” She gets closer to him. “How many girls are there like me that you’ve violated?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“A cowardly liar to the bitter end, then?” I ask.

“Who the fuck are you?” Michael asks.

I tilt my head, and a grin spreads across my face. “People often call me the Mad Hatter, Michael,” I admit. “A fitting nickname for someone who delights in torture, don’t you think?” I circle him slowly, my footsteps echoing on the concrete. “However, who I am is the boss of one of the most powerful cartels in Mexico.”

The revelation lands with the weight of a thousand bricks, and Michael’s fear-soaked face tells me he understands the grave reality of his situation. I know what I’m doing. My life revolves around crime, and I’ll make him disappear without a trace.

“Please, don’t do this,” Michael begs. His eyes, wide with terror, dart between Alice and me. “I can pay you. I’ve got powerful connections. This doesn’t have to end this way.”

Alice laughs. “We told you we don’t need your money, only your pain.”

I pull out my knife, the cool steel gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights.

Michael’s breath hitches, and then the coward pisses himself. A dark patch stains his pants.

I frown. “Are you a man or a mouse, Michael? As I’m thinking, it’s the latter. Face the consequences of your actions with more dignity. After all, God is watching.”

I walk over to Michael, my fingers lightly dancing along the knife’s edge. Plunging the blade into his thigh, I revel in the howl of pain that echoes through the warehouse.

No one hurts my little bird and gets away with it. Not while there’s a beat in my heart or oxygen in my lungs. I will burn this world until it’s just the two of us if that’s what it takes to keep her safe and protected.

Michael writhes, his screams turning into desperate pleas for mercy. But mercy has no place here, not tonight.

Alice steps forward. Her eyes glitter with an insatiable thirst for revenge. She grabs a rusted iron rod from the corner of the room and, without hesitation, strikes Michael’s knee with all her strength. A sickening crunch fills the air, accompanied by another gut-wrenching scream.

A wicked smile creeps onto Alice’s face, a face that I once deemed as innocent. But there’s nothing innocent about my sadistic little bird. Her wings are broken and battered like mine, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Was it worth it now, Michael?” she taunts, her voice filled with a cruel delight. “Worth the five minutes of rape to feel this kind of pain. How many came before and after me? Answer that, at least.”

Michael can’t even stop screaming, let alone answer a question. I don’t think she’ll get her answer.

We continue in the same fashion, cutting and beating him until he’s on the edge of death. He coughs, making a gurgling sound as the blood pools in the back of his throat. His eyes, now void of the arrogance they once held, are filled with terror as he gazes at Alice and me.

Alice walks toward me, her blood-stained hands reaching for me. She looks at me with those hypnotic eyes, the burning hatred in them having cooled down to a content satisfaction.

“Shall we end this?” she inquires, her voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, my grip tightening on the knife. The end is near for Michael. And with his end, a new chapter is set to begin for Alice and me. A chapter penned with blood and revenge, bound by our twisted love.

With that, we move in unison, the rusted iron rod and the knife finding their last mark on Michael’s body. His final scream echoes through the warehouse before everything falls silent. An eerie calm descends upon us, the only sound being the harsh intake and release of our ragged breaths.

As Michael’s lifeless body slumps forward, Alice and I turn toward each other. Our clothes are splattered with blood, our hands trembling with the adrenaline that courses through our veins.

Alice is my queen, and she’ll be perfect and strong by my side. Without a word, I pull her toward me, our bodies colliding with a force that echoes our raw, primal emotions. The table nearby becomes our altar as we surrender ourselves to our carnal desires, the taste of revenge still lingering on our tongues.

“Fuck me,” Alice growls.

I make quick work of removing her panties and unzip my pants before slamming into her with force.

Her back arches, and her nipples are hard and pointed through the thin fabric of her dress. A beautiful moan tumbles from her lips.

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