Page 70 of Taming the Demon

Mara wasn’t able to move. Her legs tied. Arms tied. She was tired and weak. Her head really hurt too. She vaguely remember Fitz attacking her. Her eyes filled with tears. She thought about the baby.

If something happens…

Fitz walked into the living room with a glass of water.

“I’m going to untie you, Mara,” Fitz said. “Please don’t be stupid. Want to know a secret?”

Mara shook her head.

“Ah, come on, that wasn’t the answer I wanted,” Fitz said. “I’m going to tell you anyway.” He started with the rope around Mara’s legs. Tied super tight that when the rope was loosened her legs instantly began to get thatpins and needlesfeeling. He then untied her arms.

“Come on, sit all the way up for me,” Fitz said.

Mara got very dizzy as she sat up. Looking at Fitz didn’t help. He was for sure out of his mind right now. Either drugs, fear or both. Or maybe he had some kind of insane plan in place.

“My fucking wife,” Fitz said with a laugh. He touched Mara’s face. “You fucking whore. You went right to the club. I can smell all the biker cum on you and inside you. I bet they placed you on the table and went one at a time, right? Taking their turns. Ripping your cunt apart.”

Mara didn’t speak a word. She reached for the water and started to drink. It didn’t taste very good or very clean, but her body begged for some kind of hydration.

“I owe you a story,” Fitz said. “I killed someone in here.”

Mara coughed on her water.

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn’t anyone you know,” Fitz said. “It was a detective. This is his place. A little risky coming here, but it’s the only place I know right now. Everything else is too damn hot. Weird how things just fall apart…”

“Where did you kill someone?” Mara asked.

“Right over there,” Fitz said. He pointed. “That’s why it smells weird in here. I’m not sure who moved his body though. Maybe other detectives? Maybe a bear broke in and ate him.”

Mara covered her mouth. She felt sick.

“What? It’s not that bad. I’m just letting you know the mood I’m in. I’m not afraid to kill. In fact, I’m far from done killing.” Fitz touched Mara’s face. “Did you miss me at all? Be honest.”

“Honestly?” Mara asked. “I fucking hate your guts. I always hated your guts. I should have never let you ink me.”

“Speaking of that,” Fitz said.

He moved fast, grabbing Mara by the hair. He slammed her face down into the couch cushion. She screamed a muffled scream and could not breathe. She felt Fitz’s left hand curl around the back of her pants and pull them down. Kicking and thrashing but Fitz was just too damn strong. He held her down and pulled her pants down, exposing her ass.

“Oh, this is fucking great,” Fitz said.

He instantly let Mara go and stood up. She popped up and screamed for a breath of air.

“You blacked out my ink. No, better yet, you had someone else black out my ink. You fucking whore. I can’t believe Cyrus went along with that.”

Mara watched Fitz pace. He rubbed his face and then turned.

“Why did he allow it?” Fitz asked. “And… Darrow… of course. That fucking piece of shit. He would always eye fuck you. I saw you looking at him too. All the time. You two back and forth. You know I thought about bringing him in. As a gift to you. I was going to let you suck his cock while I fucked you from behind. You would have loved that, right?”

“No,” Mara said.

“No? You lying whore. Now tell me why Cyrus let this happen. Now!”

“Because of what you did to Priest,” Mara said.

“Yeah, right. What does Priest have to do with this? I can’t believe that big prick is still alive. I should have made sure he was dead. You do know if that stupid fuck wakes up he’s not going to be the same person, right? But that doesn’t matter, does it, Mara? I’m getting the feeling that my wife has fucking cheated on me. You cheating whore! Tell me right now!”

When Mara saw Fitz pull out a gun, she screamed and covered her stomach. That motion made Fitz stop.

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