Page 9 of The Dirty Saint

“I was just beginning to ask you how you slept last night.”

The Lieutenant sneers.

“Like a baby. Hey, who knew getting kidnapped is a certified way to catch up on all your missed z’s?”

I laugh.

“You’re funny.”

“Oh, just you wait.” Ezra grins. “I’m a fucking comedian.”

She then rolls her eyes at me before shaking her head.

“You know,” I make my way towards her and readjust her chains, ignoring her groans, “You might have a decent sense of humor, but you’re lacking in the IQ area.”

“Gee. Thanks. What a kind thing to say to a woman, especially one you have a history of stalking and now taking prisoner.”

“Well, I never claimed to be kind.”

Ezra clicks her tongue. “Sorry. Forgive me for thinking you had a single redeemable quality about you. Seems as though I was wrong.”

Doing one final tug on the chains, I head over to the piss bucket in the corner, which I find is empty.

“What,” she shrugs.“I didn’t have to go.”

“That’s fine, but I would advise against doing your business in your pants. You aren’t getting a cleaning service down here.”

“Got it. Any other piece of advice you’d like to give me before you do god knows what with me? Or are you one of those sneaky bastards who have other people do their dirty work because they’re too afraid to get their hands bloody themselves? Honestly, I wouldn’t even be surprised. You give off pussy vibes.”

Out of all the people I have held in this basement, Ezra is the first to call me a name without a single detection of fear in her tone. It’s as if she thinks this is simply a game and I’ll show her my hands.

But I won’t.

And soon, she and her mouth will start to understand that.

“Well, what are you waiting for,” the Lieutenant asks. “Get on with it.”

I wag my finger. “You see, it doesn’t work that way. I don’t do anything at someone else’s request. And if I did, you most definitely would not be the one I listen to.”

Ezra nods. “No. Of course not. It’s cause I don’t have a dick. Then again, neither do you.”

“You won’t be saying that if I ram said-dick down your throat.” I shake my head. “But maybe it will finally get you to shut the fuck up.”

“Test it out then. Hey, I’ve got all the time in the world.” She chalks up a wad of saliva and spits at my feet. “But you might want to make it a quickie since your bitch just walked through the door.”

I whip my head around to see Dom stumble into the basement, anger written in the depths of his eyes.

“Why isn’t she half mangled yet,” he asks. “You growing soft there, Boss?”

Grinning, I raise my hand before slapping Dom right across the face. He grabs onto his cheek, his skin already becoming red.

“The fuck was that for,” he snaps.

“Guess I haven’t gone as soft as you think, now have I?”

Dom shakes his head. “Fucking asshole.”

“Why don’t you keep talking and see what happens?” I hoist him up by his shirt collar, his feed dangling above the ground. “Don’t whimper. It makes you seem like a child.” I let him go.“Now stay in your goddamn lane; otherwise, you won’t like what comes next.”

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