Page 105 of Back In the Shadows

Her fingers bunched her dress at the waist, and I adjusted the speed to low once again. She took the knife from my hand, her gaze wild with lust and the darkness I hadn’t seen in a long time.

Her chin tipped up as she returned to Jameson. She placed the tip of the knife to his neck and pressed it into his skin, a bloom of blood marking him. “What have I not figured out?”

Jameson’s eyes bulged with a mixture of fear and adrenaline as the cold blade dug into him, ready to cut through flesh at any moment.

“Who I am,” he stammered, his voice shaking uncontrollably.

I leaned against the wall, my arms crossed over my chest as I watched with a sick satisfaction.

“Tell her,” I commanded, my tone dripping with venom. A twisted smirk spread across my face as I anticipated the chaos that was about to unfold.

“I’m John’s son,” he confessed, his words trembling with both shame and defiance.

“What?” Her voice cut through the air, filled with shock and anger. “John never mentioned having a son or any children at all.”

“Keep going,” I growled, my patience wearing thin. My little lamb deserved to know.

“He had me,” Jameson continued, his voice cracking under the weight of his guilt. “I lived with my mother, which made it easier for me to help lure innocent kids to his home.” The words hung in the air like a toxic cloud, poisoning the room with their sickening truth.

“You were bait?” Ella staggered backward with the news. “I thought we were friends. You helped me turn him in. We made sure he was distracted so I could slip out of the house.”

“Kind of. If you recall, John was long gone by the time the cops came to arrest him.”

Ella’s expression fell, then morphed into one filled with rage.

“You lured all of us into his basement,” she said, venom lacing each of her words. “You pretended that he hurt you too, but now that I think about it, I never actually saw him touch or record you.” Her hand shook, the knife jabbing into his neck. “It was all a lie. Everything that came out of your mouth was a goddamn lie and you supported him.” With a loud roar, she ran the blade down his chest and cut through the ropes that bound him. They dropped to the cement floor with a heavy smack. Due to lack of blood flow and poor circulation, Jameson’s legs couldn’t hold him, and he collapsed.

“Little lamb, Jameson was looking for his father after we killed him. He got a bit too close for comfort, and once I learned the truth about him, I thought he would make up for Xavier.”

Ella flinched with his name.

“Thank you,” she said softly, never taking her attention from her prey.

“What are you going to do with him, little lamb?” I stroked the remote in my pocket, ready to turn it up as her fury escalated and the darkness consumed her.

With a quick move, Ella raised her foot and delivered a kick to Jameson’s chin, sending him sprawling backward. “That’s for the innocent kids that you lured into the devil’s den.” She circled him, her muscles tense and ready to pounce. “Do you know how good it felt to kill your father? His screams echoed through the warehouse as I plunged the knife into him over and over.” Her chest heaved as she recalled the experience and shared it blow by blow with Jameson.

The color drained from his cheeks as he realized he wasn’t dealing with the sweet little girl he used to know. The vulnerable, powerless girl. I suppressed my chuckle and continued to watch the show unfold.

Ella laughed as she knelt in front of him and unbuttoned his pants. She reached in and grabbed his limp dick and pulled on him.

“Gonna get me off one last time before you kill me? You always were a cock hungry whore.”

I chuckled, understanding exactly what she was about to do. My little lamb continued to impress me.

In one swift motion, she sliced off Jameson’s dick. His agonizing screams reverberated throughout the room, and she quickly shoved his severed dick into his mouth, silencing his cries of pain. I turned up the vibrator just a little, rewarding her with the ecstasy she craved.

Blood spurted from his open wound and Ella reached over and sliced off one of his ears and placed it on the floor next to him.

Snot and tears streamed down his face as he attempted to plead with her around his cock. As much as I wanted to jump in and assist, this was about Ella and allowing her the safety to embrace her darkness, lean into it, and feed the beast that she’d kept contained for so long. I couldn’t give her the Pied Piper and Xavier, but Jameson would help her heal a little more. It would empower her, so she never feared any man again. That was my gift to her. Power. Pleasure in the pain.

She stood and circled him slowly.

As I watched Ella stand before the man who had lured her to a pedophile, a delicious chill ran down my spine. Her eyes, usually filled with warmth and kindness, now burned with a fiery rage that made me smile.

Ella’s slender fingers curled around a knife, the blade glinting in the faint light as she stepped closer to Jameson. The room was heavy with a tense silence, broken only by the sound of her slow, deliberate footsteps on the cold concrete floor. I could see the raw determination in her expression, mingled with a hint of vulnerability.

With every step she took, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions within me—anger at the man, and a twisted sense of satisfaction at the thought of justice being served.

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