Page 45 of Escape From Me

“Anything.”

The way her hips swayed with every step, the woman was teasing me, I was sure of that.

“What the hell, Daisy? You’re supposed to be some little pathetic doll. What the fuck?” His eyes went back to mine as the blood drained from his face. “Get her away from me.”

I stepped closer, but my hands remained where they were. My eyes continued to follow my little dove and my temper stayed just this side of violent.

“I won’t be getting her away from you. But tell me something useful and maybe I’ll coax her to something less invasive.”

The judge’s eyes were so wide it was a wonder they hadn’t popped out of his head.

“What the fuck do you want to know? Her old man hates gangs. He’s finding out who is owned by them and taking them out. It happened with the mayor too. Come on man. Bros before hoes or something like that shit.”

She squatted down in front of him. I’m sure if the guy wasn’t worried about his balls he might have enjoyed the view. However, the way Daisy traced the knife over said balls, he was in for a world of surprise, I supposed. Hell, even I wasn’t sure what she’d do next.

The room had recording equipment. It was a closed system and no one but us would ever see the information, but sometimes the sound clips had come in useful for blackmail over the years. It had started the moment the door opened and closed. I’d have to erase Daisy’s little show at the start, but after that?

“Continue. The mayor was taken out by the senator?”

I put my hand on Daisy’s arm and stopped her from actually cutting him—yet. “Hold on, little dove. Let’s let the man speak.”

Her shoulders sagged and her lips formed a pout, but she stopped for the moment.

“Fuck man, yeah. The mayor. The last judge. Some fucking cops. I’m supposed to convict some bastard from the House of Reps. Keep it clearer. You know, too many bodies and all that.”

I chuckled.

“Too many bodies and all that? Nah. I don’t know. Well, it sounds like that's about as useful as you can be, so I’m going to let my little dove here pop her cherry on you.”

Daisy was still hovering over his pants, but the judge sure as shit saw something like I’d just seen as I’d given her all the power over his life.

“Dove, see how they sing the moment you show them what pain might be? Take this as your first lesson. Now, let’s see what you have the stomach for. I’m prepared to help whenever you need me.”

I’d barely finished that last word before his screams echoed off the walls for several seconds. Daisy looked up at me with an expression of pure wonder on her face and that was it. I knewexactly what this strange little feeling was. The one that made me feel alive. Like my heart could finally beat.

This was what love was. It wasn’t completely unlike what I felt for my boys, but it was a whole other level of obsession.

I nodded toward her and watched as she finished cutting through his pants, knowing she had pretty much cut through the man's sack. Fuck, that would hurt. Pain was so subjective though.

“Gee, Raymond. It doesn’t look like you’ll be very much help in populating the city with your DNA, now does it?”

Sweat rolled down his face and I half expected to see him throw up.

“Bitch,” was the only word he uttered between the heavy breaths he was heaving into his lungs.

I leaned forward and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back forcing him to meet my gaze.

“Call her a bitch one more time and I’ll ensure your asshole knows what it’s like to be a bitch with my gun rammed so far up it you’ll beg for me to pull the trigger.”

I’d be honest, he would be begging for death in a few minutes regardless of what I did. Men like him couldn’t handle their torture. They were never the fun ones.

“Dove, play all you’d like and finish him off when you want. He’ll go into shock soon enough, and then there really is no more fun in playing.”

Her eyes were dark and empty, but she still smiled as the devil that hid inside her had finally found its hell. And it was hungry.

I grabbed a seat and sat inches from her. I watched as she finished off his man bits, changing the knife once. I watched as she held up his flaccid cock and grimaced.

“This would never have pleased me.” And the thing went flying into the corner.

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