Page 103 of Bake the Town Red

He thinks answering me will grant him a ticket out of here. Excuse me while I laugh.

“Thank you for your cooperation.” Well, maybe I am a little crazy. Even now. “As a reward—”

The look he’s giving me, oh, man, it’s precious. Hope sparkles in his eyes. Through the thick haze of pain his body is experiencing, he actually thinks I’m going to let him loose.

“You’re one of the dumb ones.” I pat his cheek hard. Okay, fine. Notpat. I slap him. “Your reward is an explanation for why you’re here. Aside from the child porn on your computer—fuck you for that, by the way—you touched kids in my shop. Two over the last year. Two.Kids. Their necks and shoulders and every other part of them are off fucking limits. I warned you after the first one, I told you to stop. You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

The moment he had his filthy hand around a little boy, I saw red. I was seconds from leaping over the counter andsticking the knife I keep in my apron into his eye. Instead, I added him to my list.

Ari took the place of the obnoxiously loud neighbor in the apartment above mine. Her life was spared because ending his became a priority.

When he stroked the hair of a girl who stood before him—second offense, fucker—I grabbed the opportunity with both hands. I called him over to the counter and offered a complementary cupcake to my new devoted customer. Smiling through my wrath was a fucking pain. I did it regardless.

Then I lured him in.“I’m having an early Halloween baking party. Lots of neighborhood kids will be there.”

Pedo sucker. I whispered the date and time to him, added a conspiratorial wink too. That part gave me the chills. Still did it.

“I thought you l-l-l-liked kids. Like me.”

No. I most absolutely amnotlike him.

“My, my. So adamant on proving to me just how right I am. Just how dumb you really are.” The syringe stops on top of his flaccid penis, grazing the crumpled skin. Ari jolts. “I tricked you, in case that wasn’t obvious.”

“My c-c-c-cock, no.” A tear rolls out of the corner of his delirious eye. Another one joins it. “Don’t pinch my cock.”

“I can’t help but wonder.” I tap the needle on Ari’s member. His shriek is scrumptious. “Has any kid begged you to stop?”

At that, he shuts up.

And I have my answer.

“Sugar rush, incoming.” The satisfaction I get from injecting the needle into his offending penis is something else. “Ready or not…”

I press the plunger andvoila. Liquid sugar rushes into his body. Joy erupts through mine. The kind I get from hurting mean, abusive fuckers. There’s one person on my list this year that isn’t a total piece of shit, but with her gone,I’llbe happier. And that’s what matters.

Enough about her, though.

There’s the motherfucker here to deal with.

While I can’t help but think about Tyler.

The belt feels a little more snug as I lean into Ari. A little hotter on my skin. The more liquid sugar I empty into his wee-wee, the deeper the metal digs into my flesh.

It’s as if Tyler crouches right here next to me. Rubs my clit, calls me a good girl while destroying this monster. I can practically sense his presence in the dark room. Feel his arms around me, folding me into him.

Ty’s online persona, CTCyfrin, pretends to hunt. A part of him likes the fact that I turned out to be a murderer, I’m sure of that. A huge part of him. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have fucked me. Wouldn’t have still loved me as fiercely.

We should talk about this.

Soon.

“Please, please.” Ari’s body shivers. Fortunately for me, he hasn’t died. Yet. “Please.”

“Okay,fiiiine.” I get up and kick him, rolling him over to his stomach. “I’m done with the shots.”

“Grm brm grm brm.”

“Exactly.” He stays where he is when I move to the table. One black oven mitt goes over my bandaged hand. The red one is for my unharmed hand. I head over to the heated oven, pulling out one of my metal whisks I put there earlier. “Grm brm grm brm. That’s the appropriate response for this occasion.”

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