Page 105 of Viripotent

My dark whisper has a scream piercing the air and my laugh follows.

It ends in a sigh as he falls on his ass and I let the lights come back on as I turn on the controls for his power. He grunts in pain as I smile wider and press my boot over his dirty dick. Levity fills my voice as I open my arms so he can see me fully.

“Look at me Ronald, I’m all grown up. Do you still think I’m pretty?”

Every message on their perverted thread is engraved into my skull like it was posted directly to my brain. I press harder in the hope one of his balls pops. It’s not that difficult to achieve, but it all depends on the angle.

He passes out before I can even finish my introduction. My mood sours instantly at the change in the air and she’s not as quiet as she likes to think. What the fuck is the world coming to when a man can’t even fucking kill in peace?! The kid from the warehouse has followed me like a bad fucking smell and the boredom in my tone isn’t faked.

“If you’re trying to scare me, take your mask off. It’ll do the trick.”

She’s tiny, barely an adult, and filled with rage. Pretending not to be affected by the insult, she shows her youth and stepsout of the den and sits on the back of the sofa, staring down at Ronald. Looking back up at me, my words sink into her slow-ass brain.

“Are you trying to call me ugly?”

I want to punch her in the face, but keep my hand back when the lights show just how small she is, how weak.

The wish is evident in my voice as I pull out the rope for my new punching bag.

“When you were born, your mother took one look at you and ran back into the woods.”

Acting like it’s Santa’s passive-aggressive grotto, the kid makes herself useful, sliding off the sofa and tying up the cunt’s feet. There’s no hurt in her voice as she looks up his body and forces a smile on her face.

“Oh, is that where she went? Were you and her neighbors, or?”

There’s a knife on my thigh and I could easily throw it straight into her fucking eye. Kicking the unconscious fuck as she stands, she hardens, making me delay my harm.

“Is he dead?”

I haven’t gone through his electronics and there were too many videos linked back to him for me to stomach looking through. Softening my tone as much as I’m able to, I don’t look at the kid as I ask, “Did he touch you?”

The scoff before her answer is weird as fuck until she gives useful information.

“They weren’t allowed to touch me. Yulia was given orders that I be trainedonly.”

Hoping blood makes her talkative enough to give me what I want, I grab the fucker’s bound hands and nod to his feet.

“Come on, pipsqueak.”

My earlier assessment of her being like me was wrong. I’m better, and I loosen my hold, making her carry most of his weight as Dima gives the all clear.

She continues talking as we walk through the hallway to the kitchen.

“He doesn’t look like any of the clients I know.” It doesn’t stop when we reach the kitchen. “Yeah, he could be the video-only client. But then he wouldn’t know anything.”

Her chin drops to her chest, and she lets out a harsh breath as she continues arguing with herself. She’s crazy, and she has no background, we can’t even find a name for her, as though she doesn’t exist.

Dima is sat waiting in the van as soon as I open the doors. His brows come together when he sees the kid and I loosen my hold on Ronald again when we descend the steps into the garage. The extra weight pulls her forward and she whisper hisses, “Weak-ass bitch.”

My entire body hardens, and I grab the fucker using both hands as the van door opens. She nearly falls as I pull his feet out of her hands and throw him in the back.

The kid doesn’t make any fucking comment regarding my perceived weakness and climbs in after him. She stands on his face, her boot pressed against his cheek and pokes her head between the two front seats. Dima assesses her as he hits the switch for the doors to close. She’s violent as fuck, and creepy, there’s an eeriness around her presence and it’s as though she’s not an actual person, but an entity. It makes sense, considering she has no digital footprint which is virtually impossible.

The usually miserable fuck tries to hide his laugh, taking her in.

“Is she one of your wife’s rejects?”

I should dump her outside Steorra when Inessa gets unbearable. They’d probably kill each other or become best friends united in their goal to drive me insane.

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