Page 7 of Burning Souls

“You think you don’t help any of the victims of the men. You’re wrong. When possible, we give them a place to stay. Look at this.” He gestures as he points to a woman and a child. The woman runs free, the other children happy and laughing, while the mum laughs, watching their kids have fun.

“Over there with the dirty blonde hair. That’s Lucy and her little one, Sarah. She was in an abusive relationship with her late husband. He would beat her up, rape her, leaving her walking around with piles of makeup to cover it up. I got information from the guys at the station. They helped me find her. I took her and her kid in. They have been here for several months, living with freedom. No one is trapped here, but they are given jobs and helped back on their feet. We try to keep it as normal as possible and let them be as independent as they wish. You helped save them by riding the world of one more evil man,” he tells me, tears falling from my eyes, coating my face as my nose runs. I didn’t know victims were taken to safety. He put this much into it.

“Don’t do that, Ash. I can’t take any credit; this isn’t my doing. Sean and Tobias put their money into this. All I do is use my past with the police to help now and then.” I can’t stop crying. Every night, I would fall asleep wishing I had done more. But now I can see that I had done enough; we all had, but no one will ever see it like this.

“Hey, Angel. Don’t cry, this place is some people’s heaven.” The softness of his voice is like nothing I've heard before from him and I like it a lot. He takes his thumb, wiping it over my face, wiping the tears away.

“I know you wanted to show me this place so that I would do this job for you. I will as long as you promise me we’ll get him, and I get first dibs on him.” I chuckle. I’m not sure how tonight will go, but if it means we rid this earth of one more evil spirit, I’m happy to help.

“Okay, I won’t lie to you. This is dangerous and you could end up hurt. I need you to understand I will do what I have to, to keep you safe.” Chills travel down my spine. I have to do this. I’m also aware I’m putting myself at risk for killing people for a living, but that doesn’t mean a man’s touch can’t be far more dangerous than mine.

“I’m in.” He walks us both back to the car.

“I will send you all the details later, but it won’t be until next week and you have a lot of work until then.” He smirks as the car engine turns on and we drive back to my place in silence.

The excitement of knowing I have a body to kill or torture fills me, giving me the feeling I love. Rage. Excitement.

I openthe door slightly with too much force. My eyes lay on the man tied to the chair, duct tape on his mouth. His pleading eyes shoot to mine, muffled screams seeping through the tape.

His name is Damian. He is twenty-seven. I’m not much older than him; he has a slim face, and his chestnut brown hair seeps over it as he moves his head up. He has a black eye, a bloody nose, and has taken a few punches to the face.

Whoever the person bringing them to me is, they had their bit of fun. As long as I still get to kill him, I don’t mind.

“I’m going to take off the duct tape, but for the love of God, if you scream, it goes back on. You are here and you won’t leave, not until your heart stops. That’s a promise.” I laugh at how creepy I sound. The man’s eyes look like they could pop out of their sockets.

I walk over toward the man above him. I have a metal pipe that goes around the room. I don’t use it much, but I have a surprisingly innovative idea of what I’m going to do, and I’m going to enjoy every bit. I attach handcuffs to both wrists. Jessie, being an ex-cop, means having a supply of handcuffs is actually quite common for us.

The man hangs his feet off the ground as he struggles to get free.

That won’t happen.

The guys stand there admiring my work. There’s nothing I love more than showing them how dangerous I can be.

I rip the duct tape off him. His mouth is red from the harshness of the rip.

“Fuck you, stupid bitch.” He spits in my face, causing rage to filter through my body.

“That’s not very nice. What’s wrong? You’re no longer in control, or is it the fact that a woman has all the power and you’re nothing but weak under my touch?” I torment him as I pick up my knife, tossing it in the air.

“You don’t know what I’m about to do to you.” I bring the knife down, cutting the man’s shirt and letting it fall open. Next, I take the knife, cutting the pants down the middle of his crotch. I pull his pants down, removing his shoes first, and throwing them onto the floor.

I bring the knife to his left, slashing him over and over as blood seeps out, his screams falling from his mouth and filling the room.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

His dick is soft, and I bring my knife, scraping it down his body straight to it. He flinches. I run the blade of the knife over his flesh, causing horrifying pain. He yells and spits at me multiple times, only encouraging me to run the blade over him more, deepening each slice.

Drip.

Red.

Drip.

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