Page 15 of We Are All Sinners

Nothing.

I’m startled, jumping back slightly, when the door to the apartment next to his swings open, and a blonde, Barbie-like girl bounces out, locking her door behind her. She glances back and gives a small wave as she skips down the long hallway toward the elevator.

I reach for the knob again, and suddenly I'm hit with a vision of a redhead I recognize—Shelby? A handsome man I don’t know is carrying her out of the apartment, wrapped in a hideous comforter. Tears stream down her face as she sobs and clings to him.

The knob turns and I’m pulled into the apartment abruptly.

What the fuck.

I snap back to reality, startled as a hand covers my mouth, and I find myself face-to-face with Jeff. I can’t help but smirk beneath his grip, letting my body relax. I see the tension in his eyes soften at my reaction, his rage and fear giving way to something more like desire.

He’s too easy!

The moment his hand loosens on my lips and his guard drops, he lets out a sigh, completely unaware of the game I’m about to play with him.

I quickly bite his hand as my knee meets his balls! He drops like a sack of potatoes.

I reach into my pocket and take out the vile I brought with me just in case. I stomp his nuts one more time with my black boot, also crushing his hand, which was trying to cover his manhood.

I look around, set the vile on the little entry way table, and grab a leather-bound journal setting next to it, bringing it down swiftly, it connects with his cheek. I hit him over and over with it, until he is a puffy swollen mess.

This pussy is barely even moaning now, hardly moving, still clinging to what’s left of his precious family jewels.

I feel like it’s safe for me to look around his place. I move through the apartment swiftly, finding all kinds of details on his laptop he left open on the coffee table.

I grab the dirty dress socks off of the floor in front of the couch and move on.

I find paper towels, rope, tape, and zip ties on the kitchen counter and bring them all back with me to tie him up.

Jeff stirs slightly, moaning when I roll him over and zip tie his hands behind his back.

“You are going to die, you stupid little cunt. You can’t take down the Saints. You will both die because he couldn’t stay away from you. It’s only a matter of time.” He tries to laugh but chokes on his own snot.

I throw my head back, howling a full-on laugh, “Oh Jeff, I don’t want to take out the Saints. That would be inconsiderate of me since I have my own Saint to think about. I Just want to take out the old school predators who think women are just fuck toys and sell them to the highest bidder. You wouldn’t be one of those would you?” I roll him back over, locking eyes with him, as I slowly inch towards him again.

This time I have his dirty socks he left on the floor, and a roll duct tape in hand.

His eyes grow wide when I stuff the socks in his mouth and wrap the tape all the way around his head multiple times, only leaving his eyes and nostrils free.

I rip open his pale blue collared shirt, sending buttons flying across the wood floor, softly clinking. I place my hand over his heart.

The visions hit me hard. The images flicker quickly showing me all of the women he has tortured, raped, sold, and killed. I remove my hand quickly, feeling what his victims felt, as a tear escapes.

“You are going to suffer for what you have done. Every single person that you have hurt will have their vengeance with yourblood!” I spit the words out like venom. It’s how they taste in my mouth, like poison.

These are the kinds of moments that make me want to wear leather gloves all the time and shut myself off from everyone and everything.

I throw myself into my work at the apothecary, focusing on the tasks that my visions provide. I’ve pushed everything aside in the name of vengeance, telling myself I’ll truly live once it’s all over, however long that takes.

Taking a deep breath, I count to ten and let it out to calm myself.

I grab the small vial and the paper towel from the kitchen. Carefully, I pour a couple of drops onto the towel and lean down to the piece of shit, shoving it into the small holes I left for him to breathe through his nose.

He struggles for a moment, then passes out. I wait a beat before finally pulling the paper towel away from his face.

I can’t kill him yet. What fun would that be?

“That should do it, pet!” I say as I smack his tape covered cheek with a smirk.

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