Page 95 of Little Psycho

“So it’sthe mayor we’re offing tonight?Is that what you’re saying?”Dom asks, shocked, but not too much, especially knowing how much of a pedophile he really is.

“That’s right, Kyle Benjamin is the next name on my list,” I inform them as we slip out of their apartment, masks in hand, and head for their bikes that are parked in the small garage across from their building.

Standing in front of three matte black sports bikes, my hands itch and my veins tingle in anticipation.Wasting no time, I pull my mask on, hiding my identity from the world.The guys follow my lead and put on their masks before mounting their bikes and starting them up.Deciding to ride with Killian, I straddle the back of his bike, wrapping my arms tightly around his waist.

The cold wind whips through my hair as we zip down the streets, becoming one with the open road.The ride to Kyle’s isn’t long, and before I know it, the bikes are being parked a couple of blocks down, just to avoid any suspicion once we complete the job.

“Are you guys ready?”I ask when we get to the same balcony that I was just watching the mayor from earlier in the night.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Killian admits, tightly grasping his pistol down by his side.

“Yeah, me too,” Dom agrees, hands shoved in his pockets, one of them grasping the handle of his sharpened knife.

I turn to Ash, waiting for him to answer.He turns to me, lifts his mask, and grins.“Yeah, lets get this shit over with.”He puts his mask back down and inches closer behind me as I head for the slightly ajar sliding door, sneaking inside.

Wanting to get in and out of here, I quickly change course in my head, deciding on a quick, fiery death instead of dragging it out with my usual forms of torture.Calling the shots, I turn to Killian and nod my head, urging him closer to the bed where the mayor is sound asleep.

“Kill, baby, put a bullet in his cock.That shit deserves to get blown off for all the disturbing things he did to me with it.”I cringe, cracking my knuckles.

Stepping forward with his gun aimed between Kyle’s legs, he switches off the safety and fires without resistance, shocking me.

“Dominic, slit his throat so he can’t scream,” I demand, sounding cold, as the mayor shoots up in bed, fear in his eyes as he comes face to face with the four masked strangers around his bed.

He screams once from the pain shooting through his groin, but before he can let out another, Dom shoves him back down and makes a swift, deep cut across his throat, slicing him open almost from ear to ear like it was the easiest thing in the world for him.

“Good boys,” I praise them both, pulling out a small bottle of lighter fluid from my backpack, along with a box of matches and my backup Zippo.

I find the Ziploc baggie with the thumb drive inside and countless disturbing pictures and place it where the cops will easily see it.And then I stand by the edge of the bed, admiring the river of crimson pouring out of his neck and the way his body shakes as he goes into shock.

I lean forward, putting my mouth as close to his ear as I can without taking off my mask.“You’re getting off easy tonight, Kyle, and that’s only because I have other things on my mind.”

I twist off the cap on the lighter fluid and generously dump the contents all over his body, drenching him until every drop is poured out.Striking a match, I drop the flamed stick onto his body, watching bright orange flames ignite immediately.But it isn’t enough for me.I light another and another, finally flicking my zippo and putting the flame on his soaked sheets, knowing the fire will spread to his drenched body quicker.

And then I stand back with the guys while we watch the corrupted mayor burn alive, the smell of melting flesh permeating the air around us.The guys gag, but I’m used to it, smiling as his entire body is engulfed and the bright flames cast a glow across the walls.

The crackling flames wrap around Kyle’s body like a serpent, and I can’t help feeling the twisted sense of satisfaction from the image before me.He always said he was untouchable—some kind of god among men—but here he is, reduced to nothing more than a charred husk.The inferno dances wildly, illuminating out masked disguises, and for a moment, I can see reflections of our unrestrained glee in Killian’s and Dom’s eyes.

“This is just the beginning,” I whisper, as if the darkness itself were a witness to our vendetta

I step back with Ash, who's watching the door.With every second that passes, the adrenaline coursing through my veins is intoxicating, igniting the darkness within me as Kyle’s gargled screams—now muffled by his slit throat and the crackling blaze—echo in my mind.

“Let’s go,” I finally urge, tearing my gaze from the burning body.

There’s a part of me that wants to stay, to witness the complete destruction of everything that Kyle represented, but we have a plan.The last thing I need is for some overly nosy neighbor to call the cops on us for the inferno that’s blazing behind us.

The four of us glide silently through the residence, our feet barely making a sound as we navigate the plush carpet and gleaming marble floors.The opulence of Kyle’s home mocks his demeaning character, a sharp reminder of the power he held over so many while his hands were stained with the filth of others innocence that he brutally stole from them—and from me.

As we slip out the back door onto the dark balcony, the sirens start wailing in the distance.Our time is limited, so we leap onto the bikes, the low hum of machinery drowning out the chaos behind us.As we peel away from the scene, adrenaline surges through my body—a potent cocktail of fear, triumph, and exhilaration.Tonight we are hunters, killers, and vigilantes, and we all desperately crave the chase.

THIRTY-FIVE

CORRUPTED

PRAISE KINK—MANIC KAZZY

ASH

Scalding water cascades down my back as I bow my head, my gaze fixed on the shower floor.With one hand pressed firmly against the wall in front of me, I use the other to sweep away the excess water from my face, clearing my vision.

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