Page 10 of Encircled in Darkness
Digital medical records had made my job much easier and I began looking over her sister’s diagnosis. Discovering her violent attack, I reached out to a police friend and within a few minutes they delivered a copy of the police report and photos of the crime scene to my inbox. What I saw had my heart wrenching open and the monster begging to kill.
Along with pictures of her sister’s attack, showing her broken, bloody body, there were pictures of Amaya covered in her sisters’ blood, her eyes vacant as they documented everything. Her statement was basic, explaining how they had nothing worth stealing and detailing how she discovered her sister when she arrived home. Imagining she could have been hurt like her sister, or worse, had the monster sharpening his blade, ready to bathe in someone’s blood. No one was ever arrested for the case, and the attached email from my contact asked if Devlin and I were looking into it.
The police were happy to turn cases over to us, knowing we could locate someone just about anywhere in the world within a few days and had zero remorse with killing those who deserved it. My newest software was groundbreaking at facial recognition, body movement, tattoos, and a few other things not even the government knew about. Without a suspect, I had no one to hunt down, but I would do some digging into it.
Deciding to find out about the intriguing woman who caught my eye, I sent Freddie into her house under the guise of fixing a leaky water main. She left for a few hours and he installed monitoring software on her computer, planted pinpoint spy cameras in every room of the house and covered the outside from every angle. It was overkill, but there was something telling me she needed me. I also bought the house she lived in from a sweet older couple who lived in Florida and were happy for a quick cash sale.
A week later, she received a vague email with an address and a promised payment. Following the car that picked her up, I watched as she entered a gigantic mansion just outside of Lincolnville. Amaya was dressed like she was ready to hit the town, a black dress hugging her curvy figure and high heels that made her ass pop. My cock grew in my pants and I fought the urge to jerk off as I watched and waited. Four hours later, she limped down the stairs with the help of an equally dressed woman and was driven back home.
The cameras showed the marks on her body, the deep bruises forming on her neck, ass, inner thighs, and breasts. I watched her soak in a hot tub of water, the steam fogging the cameras as I listened to her cry into the empty room. I witnessed her hobbling into bed and literally crawling on the floor for the next two days before she could stand on her own feet again.
The monster unlocked the cage himself and stepped out as the rage over what she had endured filled me with a purpose. Worried she was being abused, or that she was raped, I investigated everything I could about the asshole who owned the house she limped out of, only to come up empty.
I took an alternate approach and went back to the email. Seeing it was from a lawyer in Lincolnville, I made an appointment to meet with him the following week. I figured my name and reputation proceeded me because when I entered his office, he jumped to his feet to greet me. Sitting down with him, I could immediately tell he was a parasite that I would take pleasure in killing one day. Whoever he worked for abused Amaya and I wanted to know who and why.
Flaunting my money and power like the world owed me something, it didn’t take long for him to latch onto the fact I was seeking unorthodox advice. He asked me to lunch to discuss my legal matters, suggesting some place more private with alcohol would be better. Indulging him, we walked across the street to a steak house and were seated in a private booth at the back of the restaurant. He listened as I explained how a willing girl from my past was trying to extort money from me now that I was wealthy.
When he asked what she was accusing me of, I allowed my temper to bubble up and began to weave my lie. “She agreed to be tied up and gagged while I fucked her. Fucking slut loved it. Now the money-grubbing cock whore wants a payout, or she said she’ll go to the press with a tale of rape. She even fake cried when she ‘recounted’ her statement. Bitch.”
His beady eyes crinkled in delight as I made up a crazy tale of a crazy ex, and I saw him adjust himself while I was telling him about driving my cock into her until she cried.Sick fucker.
“Truthfully, I just want to be able to do what I want to a woman without the fear that she’s going to try to leech off me, or outright lie to trap me into something. Been there, done that.” I shook my head in mock outrage and waited for him to take the bait.
He leaned across the table and muttered, “You need to come to my cousin’s party. Those sluts will do anything for money and theyneversay no.”
Sitting back, he sniggered, and I wanted to punch him in the face until the bones caved in and he choked on his own blood. The realization of what Amaya was doing to take care of her sister made me want to save her that much more. It took two months of Greg the sleazebag lawyer promising me an invitation to one of the famous parties before he delivered on his false bravado.
I walked in and pure rage overtook me. Kneeling on all fours on the pool table was Amaya, a man on either end working themselves violently into her soft, curvy body. The ring master of this circus shitshow, Victor, observed her with pure joy and a sick, perverted pleasure in his eyes. Watching from the side of the room, I took it all in, making mental notes of the men I met and trying to learn what I could about this sick cult of perverts.
Hoping to get her out of this hellish nightmare, I waited and listened, hoping I could find a way to get her away from Victor and his money. When the topic of contracts came up, I knew that would be my chance to save her from this horrible group of people.
Amaya deserved to be happy, and I would do everything in my power to be the one to bring her joy. I also planned to kill every single person who laid a finger on her, starting with the pudgy fucking lawyer, Greg. I had something special planned for his demise.
Chapter 4
James
