Page 122 of Falcon's Prey

The only mercy I gave her was by killing her easy and making it clean. I didn’t know why she was surprised I had found her or why she thought her begging would mean dick to me.

Walking into my place, I pulled out one of my scalpels and went to the basement.

“Hope you didn’t miss me too much,” I said despite the smell of piss and feces.

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One monthlater

In every newsstand in the city was Ember. I felt my chest constrict at seeing her picture. She was fucking gorgeous and took my breath away. She looked healthier; her skin glowed. Her hair was a little longer, but her smile didn’t reach her face.

“Just this,” I told the guy, buying a copy.

“I didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

Ignoring Marcus’s comment, I turned around to look at headquarters.

“How’s she doing?”

“She’s good… She won’t say it, but she fears Silas will come back.” Marcus gave me a look that I ignored. If he suspected, he didn’t say or give any indication he cared. “I put in my resignation already.”

Marcus left shortly after telling me his plans. I looked up at the sky, trying to see all the way to Ember’s office, and then I left.

She got her so-called happiness, yet she wasn’t happy. She had her peace of mind, and yet she lived in fear. The time for waiting was over, and it was time I went back to her, but before I did there was just one little thing I had to take care of.

I went back to my place but left the lights off this time. My footsteps were slow and low; I didn’t want to give any warning that I was home. As I made my way down the steps, my heart pounded with excitement, and my dick grew hard. Because after this, I was going to go fuck the hell out of Ember.

I heard the rattle of chains now that he knew I was in the room. Once I was in the center of the room, I raised my hand and reached for the chain, turning the light on.

“Silas.” I smiled as I said his name.

He whimpered and cowered, trying to get closer to the wall. One day in the dark and you’re scared. After a week, you start losing your mind. But after four months, you forget you’re even human.

He had a chain around his legs, preventing him from going very far. I liked to monitor his every step, just as he liked to monitor Ember’s. He’d always been a pale-looking fucker, but now he looked gray; it was the lack of food, water, and blood. His body was frail, ribs showing, the skin marred and scarred from the cuts I’d given him, then wiped away with saltwater.

I got closer to him, and he started to whimper like a puppy trying to get away, pushing himself to the wall. I patted his head, and it seemed to ease him. That little spark of humanity that wanted affection thrived.

“This is where we part ways,” I told him. “I won’t be coming back, and you won’t be seeing me again.”

I took out my scalpel, and his eyes went wide with fear. He opened his mouth to scream, but you couldn’t do that when you had no tongue.

He was weak and no match when I went for his left hand.

“You should never have messed with what was mine. You hit her.” I gritted my teeth. “You controlled her.”

I pressed the scalpel to his wrist.

“You manipulated her.”

I started to cut the skin across, his blood spilling down and into my clothes.

“You defiled her,” I spat at him as I grabbed his other wrist. “While you stay here, exsanguinating, I am going to go to her.”

I pressed the blade to his other wrist.

“I’m going to erase everything you ever did to her.”

I moved my blade slowly this time, taking my time.

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