Page 15 of Sinful Submission

“I’m working on it. But Titan... there’s something else. That account I recognized… It’s?—”

Static again.

“Storm?”

Nothing.

I rode the machine with my focus on Santari. When I got a block from warehouse forty-nine, I parked in the shadows and killed the engine. The warehouse loomed ahead like a haunted industrial complex - dark and quiet. Too quiet.

My phone buzzed. It was an unknown number. The text contained a single image.

Santari was tied to a chair and there was blood on her lip. But her eyes... they burned with an energy that matched my own. She was different, and the intensity of her stare ignited the fire inside me.

Someone had put their hands on her, which was my biggest fear come to life. I would make their families pay for it for generations to come, as long as there was breath in my body.

A second text came through:

Warehouse forty-nine. Come alone. She dies if you don't.

The timingof the message led me to assume they thought they had time before I arrived. But I was in their backyard and would show them why men feared The Paradox.

I checked my weapons, touched the lighter in my pocket, and retrieved a special gift I had for them from my seat’s storage. Fire always made everything better.

And I had an idea that made my dick hard.

I crouchedin the shadows of warehouse forty-nine, watching flames crawl up the east wall. The accelerant caught fast as the rising blaze of orange climbed the foundation. It was beautiful and awe-inspiring, and I was captivated by its power.

Three men guarded the entrance. They hadn’t spotted the fire yet. They were too busy scanning the docks for approaching threats. But the real danger was already here.

With my lighter in hand, I sparked it again, and the growing flame danced hypnotically.

I put the blaze to the second accelerant line, watching it flare quickly. The fire raced along the building’s foundation, climbing higher and cracking the structure as it ignited. The spark drew the guard’s attention, and shouts erupted as smoke billowed.

“What the fuck?”

“Call it in!”

“Get the hoses?—”

The first guard’s head exploded in a red mist before he could finish. I was moving before his body hit the ground, my aim finding the second man’s throat. The third managed half a scream before my knife opened his jugular. But it was clean. Quick. And now for the fun part.

Inside, smoke already filled the first floor and fire was crawling along the walls. Three more hostiles scrambled for the stairs. One turned, saw me, and raised his weapon, but I caught his gunhand and drove his face into a burning support beam.

“Aaaaaaah!”

His flesh sizzled, his screams muffled by charred wood. The sound was better than any symphony.

“Where is she?” I twisted his arm until his bones snapped.

“Fuck you!”

I pressed harder, letting the flames singe his cheek. “Wrong answer.”

His partner tried flanking me, but his sloppy footwork gave him away. I kicked out and broke the cartilage that supported his knee.

“Aaaaaaah fuuuuuuuuck!”

He fell, and I dragged my first victim’s face across the burning titanium, leaving strips of flesh behind.

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