Page 40 of Deviant

Better than you.

Those words echo in my head. Repeat in them. Who does this bitch think she is? Does she not realise that God is on my side, that God favours me, rewards me, protects me. I tilt my head, seeing all the cuts, all the marks, all the grime too and the dirt.

She’s filthy, disgusting, I should have her scrubbed clean. I should have her skin rubbed raw. She’s only alive because I’m choosing to keep her that way.

But better than me? I let out a laugh, I’ll show her who’s in charge. I’ll show her in the most humiliating ways exactly why I’m the victor in all of this.

I grab her throat, hauling her up the wall, and with my other hand I reach down and pinch her clit so tightly I know it’ll hurt like hell.

“Listen very carefully, pet.” I say. “You have one role, one purpose. You’re here to serve me, to entertain me. You still breathe because I allow it. You think you can fight me, but you’re already giving in. Bit by bit, you’re going to break, you’re going to submit.It’s inevitable. You’re going to become a desperate little whore for me, and you’re going to enjoy it.”

She spits something back. In truth, I don’t give a fuck what she has to say, but I twist my fingers, the ones holding her clit and she screams out in pure agony.

When I release my grip, I let her fall and she crumples, her legs moving quickly to try to get away, but I still see that glare, that defiance.

God, it’s addictive. She’s so fucking angry and stubborn. I can feel myself growing hard again, I can feel my cock already begging to fuck her again. She thinks she can fight me, she thinks she can refuse me? I’ll force that bitch to submit in a manner that makes it more than clear who has the power here.

I take a step towards her, and her body stills.

“Get some rest.” I snap. Because God knows, she’s going to need it by the time I’m done with her.

When I get upstairs,Conrad is there, waiting, and he tells me that everything is sorted. Paitlyn is secure and Anthony has been removed from the premises.

I know we should have sorted him, rid ourselves of him permanently, but a man like him, he wouldn’t have come here without covering himself. No, if we’d killed him, it would have come back on us and I’m not so stupid as to make a mistake like that. I’ll deal with him on my terms. When there will be no repercussions. No evidence.

Conrad has rounded up all the guards, every single one that should have prevented Anthony’s entry in the first place. I don’t know who took the bribe, I don’t know which one of them turned a blind eye, but I don’t need to know.

Dissension in the ranks is like rot, it seeps in, it spreads. They’ll all pay the price for this fuck up.

“Get them out.” I order.

Conrad is quick to follow, his own personal guard herding them out like sheep to the slaughter, and slaughter it will be.

They’re thrown onto their hands and knees, left to huddle in the dirt. And then one by one they get a bullet to the back of their head.

It’s a simple death.

An easy one.

The kind we all dream of. Pain-free. Quick. Uncomplicated.

They’ll be taken away. Their bodies cremated and the ashes used to fertilise the roses. Waste not want not, right?

“There’s something bigger in play here.” Conrad says.

I turn my eyes on him and nod. Perhaps it’s about time he’s fully brought up to speed. Maybe then he’ll stop rebelling and accept his duty if he knows the full story.

He stares at me wide-eyed, almost innocent, as I quietly recall my meeting with Antonio, and what we’re planning.

“Are you serious?” he says, as if I’d ever make such a joke as that.

“We have to be ready.” I reply, not bothering to actually acknowledge his question.

“But Chapter Lord?”

“You’ll have to step up.” I say. “As will Devin.”

“That’s why you got Paitlyn,” he says as if it suddenly all makes sense.

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