Page 481 of Evil Hearts

Leaning down, I trailed the blade down the slope of his neck, all the way to his collarbone, relishing in the way he wetly hissed behind his gag.

“Poor baby, did that hurt you?”

He let out a muffled cry and I stabbed his right chest with the scalpel until it buried itself three inches inward. His muffled yell morphed into a feminine screech and I laughed, hopping off the table to find another tool to play with.

I had to be careful before I killed him too quickly. With Mr. Hawkin’s out of my hands, I pouted at the fact that I could have had fun twice tonight but had now been reduced tooneplaytime—all because of Belraxas.

The next few minutes were filled with delicious cries of agony as I filleted his face open to rid him of his arrogance. I popped one of his eyes, watching the way the liquid dribbled down his exposed muscles and tendons. The ribs were always the hardest ones to crack open, but good ‘ol Dr. Vichet had the best play things lying around.

Straddling him again, I put all my weight against the sternal saw, cutting between his ribs. Every time he tried to lose consciousness, I jabbed my finger into his cheek muscles and made him scream.

Wiping my brow, I hopped off the table and tossed the saw aside, splattering his blood on the tray. The sternal retractor was my favorite part. Attaching the bottom post with its clamp onto the table, I adjusted the height of the retractor. He was passing out again and I slapped his exposed face a little more sternly, my gloved hand coming away with bloodstains.

“It’s rude to fall asleep on a date, hasn’t anyone ever told you that? Geez. I have to teach you everything around here. For a white man, you really lack manners,” I snickered. “I thought you liked Asian women, Mr. Dawson. I can’t be beyond your preferred age range since you fuck their mothers too with blackmail, when no one is looking.”

He moaned, his head slowly falling to the side.

“I bet you were a two pump chump, anyway,” I mumbled, annoyed at how soon he was giving up on this little game of ours. What was the point of these muscles if you couldn’t hang with the big dogs?

I attached the rakes to the sternum then elevated it, allowing the organs within to come into view.

In another life, I might have been a surgeon. But as the firstborn, it was my fate to either follow in my parents’ footsteps or work my ass off to help the family stand on its own, paving the way for future generations.

My thoughts grew darker. Mr. Hawkins had shattered our family’s potential with his twisted obsession for young Asian blood. Men like him were the reason I was on this path, the reason I had to do whatever it took to end the madness... and reclaim my own.

“You thought you were real hot stuff around the school grounds, didn’t you? A high school at that,” I scoffed. “With your blond hair and politician charisma,” I snarled, my anger building uncontrollably.

I made my way down the table and observed the pathetic, piece of flaccid meat between his legs, slapping it.

“This? This is what gets you into trouble? This limp thing has the power to take over your simple mind?” I snapped, slapping it again, watching it with detestation as it began to grow. Despite his lethargy, the thing had a mind of its own.

Dawson’s heart beat steadily in the open, its glistening surface mocking me. Grabbing the saw again, I shoved the ridged handle into his ass without any form of lubrication… unless, of course, if you count the blood that was currently trickling around it.

His cock waned for a second before it engorged again.

Of course. I shouldn’t be surprised.

“I wonder if I could shock you back to life if you decide to pass out on me.” The thought irked me more than it should, and I realized with a twinge of unease that I was losing the thrill I once found in these kills. Was the monotony starting to bore me? That was a depressing realization.

Or was it because my mind was elsewhere... fixated on a particular demon whose offer promised something new and exhilarating?

A chilling presence loomed behind me, claws grazing across my skin with a twisted seduction as my heart began to race in my chest. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

I threw my doubts at his face during our time at the bar as if we were two normal people having a night out, but it was my fear of the truth that made me dismiss him as a mere man in a costume. Because if I accepted who he truly was—and why he took an interest in me—I feared my life would never be the same again.

And worse, I feared I might actually want it.

Chapter 4: The Descent

It didn’t takelong for Belraxas to find me, his presence unmistakable. If hewasa demon with powers, he could have easily done it before I grabbed Dawson. Yet he didn’t. Was he watching me and my victim like a voyeur? Thoughts of Belraxes getting aroused by my playtime made me feel things I didn’t want to admit.

I was broken. I knew it. Nothing normal could excite me anymore, not after witnessing human men repeatedly surrender to their carnal lusts, indulging in what they shouldn’t. Watching how they tore lives apart to satisfy their uncontrollable desires had shattered something deep within me with the opposite sex.

But Balraxas, with his monstrous form... his temptation of something far beyond this existence was hard to not be drawn to.

As if he could read my thoughts, his hands slithered across my chest, caressing my breast with an audacity that could only be born of a demon.

My breath hitched as my nipples began to harden under his touch. What was wrong with me? Between the layers of clothes and my bra, he shouldn’t affect me like this.

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