Page 12 of Touch Her and Die
“I like nice things,” and then I licked his lips. But still no kiss. His eyes bulged.
“I see not so naïve. Come on. Get in sweetie.”
I was going to punch his gross little fish face once I had him all trussed up.
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His little beady eyes took a few blinks at the light. I got really close to his face and smiled as he finally seemed to focus in on my face.
“Sorry about your lamp. But, I’m glad you’re awake again. I have so many things I want to know.”
He squirmed against the cable ties.The way he started to swear told me he just realized he was not only in a little bit of a pickle, but he was naked.
“Tell me, daddy. How do you like me now?”
He looked at me, his eyes still drawn to the low neckline. Scum.
“Why didn’t you tell me you liked it rough?” he asked.
I smirked and got down on his level. “Tell me, who do you sell those little drives to?” I grabbed the knife from my bra and held it against his limp little dick.
“Sweetie, I was just kidding about you making a movie for me. I wouldn’t sell those videos. Of course not.”
I giggled as he squirmed in his beautiful shower.
“Sure, you wouldn’t. Now tell me what I want to know. We both know you aren’t talented enough to make videos. You’re just the middleman.”
He was shaking from the cold water running down his body. The lines around his neck were a pretty shade of purple from where I’d strangled him with his own lamp cord to just this side of death.
“I... The contact’s in my phone. Just let me go.”
I got up, the red dress a bit more damp than I wanted it to be. The floor was slick under the wet of my feet, but I made my way to the kitchen where his phone sat.
I brought it back and held it.
“Smile pretty,” I said, and let the face recognition open it.
Thumbing through the recent records I held it up to him.
“Which one is he?”
H didn’t say anything, so I pressed the blade against the tip of his cock.
“If you don’t tell me, I will take a little off the top. And we both know I am not talking about your hair.”
He nearly choked on his spit and finally helped me out.
“The third one down. Turn off this fucking water.”
I looked at the number and walked back to where my phone was and grabbed a shot of it. This might be a busy night, depending on how these guys worked.
“So how did you meet this guy?” I asked. The more I knew, the easier this could all be. I realized my anger was making me a little sloppy, but then again, what the hell did it matter? The pain inside me needed to die. I just needed to feel alive enough to make it through until I found someone better than me.
I looked back at him and then again at my phone. He was taking too long to respond. I started to type a text in to meet at the same bar we were just at and paused, waiting for an answer.
“The dark web. We started a local thing. Diversification.”
The dark web. “Hmm. Diversification? Perhaps I need to try this. Okay. Thanks doll.”
