Page 52 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Tyler. Move away, before you get hurt, and close the door,” I say, not taking my eyes off my target as the door clicks shut. Look at this scumbag. I bet he got his job here because daddy is a friend of the boss. His dull brown hair is styled like a douchebag, his veneers that are way too white to be considered normal and his generic rich ass average looks that probably has gold digging whores desperate to be part of his family, ready for his trust fund to mature.

“Get your hands off me, do you know who I am? I will have you arrested, you brainless thug,” he yells, and I can't help but laugh. Genuinely laugh. Lev would love to see this shit.

“I don’t give a fuck who you are. But you should worry about who I am.”

“You look like nothing more than a jobless biker, who probably steals to survive.”

I slam him again into the wall and he winces.

“I actually work in healthcare,” I say as I reach into my back pocket and remove my knife again, that I’m grateful I keep on me at all times. Tyler really needs one of these. I bring the tip of my knife up to his neck, and he stills at the move. His confidence diminishing, his eyes wary as I gently push the knife into his skin.

“You see, Marcus, I do research of the human body. This involves dissection, slowly opening the body like a flower in bloom. It's a stunning sight. Then piece by piece I remove each organ, examining it, measuring it. I’m fascinated by it. To see how someone’s body works, what their innards look like.”

Silence. That didn’t take long to put the fear of God in him. Another rich prick who is all mouth and no action.

“Would you like to help me out with my research, Marcus?”

I move the knife down so it's level with his sternum. His breathing is rapid and panicked. He knows I’m telling the truth, and I am. I do love shit like that.

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. Now I would go back to your office and pretend you didn't come in here and carry on with your mundane life. Because if I find out you’ve gone to George, or anyone else about this, I will come to retrieve you for my experiment. And George won’t do anything about it, because he does know who my family is, and let me tell you, he would appease us over your father. Got it?”

“Yes. Yes, I promise, just let me go.”

I let go of the slimy leech and stand back, letting him compose himself before he leaves. The shaky hands on the door as he fumbles to open it have me on the verges of hysterics. This guy is the definition of a loser.

“I’ve never seen you like that before,” Tyler says next to me and I turn to face him. This isn't his mad face, but it isn’t a happy face. Another new emotion to log in my memory. Fucking hell, how many are there?

“I can’t tell if you’re mad or happy or something else.”

“I’m shocked. Disturbed but also…” he stops talking and blotches of pink flare up on his neck. That's when he’s embarrassed.

“Why are you blushing?”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Yes you are, your neck is pink. You're embarrassed.”

“Ugh, you’re a nightmare, Ivan. I found it a turn on! Happy now? I’m broken. You've broken me,” he whines, shaking his head, looking up at the ceiling as if the answers to his questions are there.

“I’m cool with that, and that was nothing, sweetheart. You should see me in full violent mode,” I say, excited that he might start to like this side of me.

“Don’t kid yourself as that will never happen. I have no intention of ever watching what you do in your job. Today's taster was enough, thanks. Now leave. I’ve got work to do.”

I go to leave, but before I do, Tyler stops me.

“Ivan, please behave tonight. I don’t want you to scare my brother.”

“I’ll be my angel self, Ty. Don’t worry.”

“That's not reassuring.”

“Not my problem, Ty,” I say as I wave my hand in a goodbye before leaving his office and heading home.

Next on the list—Kane.

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