Page 52 of The Devil's Chaos

Gerald looked at me. “You fucking whore. You set me up,” he sneered, drool coming out of his mouth.

“That’s not very nice, Gerald. I think you owe her an apology.”

“Fuck her and fuck you. Do you know who I’m friends with? One fucking call, and you’ll both be chopped up into little pieces, you fucking fucks.”

“You mean my father, right?”

Gerald looked at me, hatred on his face. “My friends don’t concern you.”

“You’re right, Mr. Beckett,” I stepped closer to him. “But what does concern me is what the fuck is in that wine glass you planned on giving me.”

Gerald didn’t respond.

Kai took his silence as an opportunity to increase pressure with his knife on Gerald’s throat, and blood started seeping down his neck.

“The lady asked you a question.”

“Just something to take the edge off.”

“Something to take the edge off?” I echoed. “I want you to drink it.”

“Fuck you,” he spat.

Kai grabbed him by his throat, forced his head back to look up at him, and, in the calmest voice, said, “Apologize to Ms. Benson, and then you’re going to drink the wine.”

Gerald choked out his apology, his face turning shades of red and purple as pure rage formed in his eyes.

“Now drink, Gerald,” Kai ordered. “I’m losing my patience with you.”

Gerald reluctantly took a sip of the wine and spat it onto the floor. “I can’t do this. I won’t do this.”

“No. You don’t get to refuse. You would have had me drink this wine, and now you won’t. If there’s something in here to take the edge off, why refuse to drink it?”

Gerald stared at me, a wicked grin forming on his face.

“Answer me!” I yelled, walking toward him and settling on my knees in front of him. I unclasped his belt, pulled it out of the loops of his pants, and threw it to the ground.

“Wh—what are you doing?” Gerald panted nervously. “What is she doing?”

Unzipping his pants, I reached my hand inside and pulled out his soft dick. “Give me the knife, Kai.”

Kai watched me with curiosity, and a smirk of amusement played across his lips. He hesitated for just a moment before turning the knife handle first toward me.

“If you try anything, I’ll gut you before you take a step,” he warned Gerald.

I accepted the knife, then pressed the blade against his sensitive flesh. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Tell me what is in the wine, or I will cut your little dick off and feed it to you.”

“You have no idea who you’re messing with, little girl. When I’m done with you, you’ll be manning a glory hole in some trashy gas station, getting fucked by every man in the city,” Gerald sneered in a menacing tone.

“I’m sorry, but are you fucking slow or stupid? I’m the one with the knife to your dick. I don’t give a fuck about your threats. I want to know what is in the wine.”

Silence.

“I think he’s choosing the hard way, baby,” Kai winked at me.

“Hard way it is,” I surmised. “Hold his mouth open,” I instructed Kai.

“With pleasure.”

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