Page 57 of Encircled in Darkness
Meowwwwww.
I opened the can and he jumped on the counter, butting his furry orange head against my shoulder as I dumped the contents into a shallow bowl, juice and all. Placing it on the floor, he jumped down and planted his face into the bowl.
“Don’t get used to that.” I reasoned with him and went to the spare bedroom.
Grabbing my laptop, I went to the living room and got comfortable on the couch. Turning the TV on, I set the camera monitoring Amaya in the bedroom on the sixty-five-inch screen and watched her as she slept. If she needed me, or had a bad dream, I wanted to know so I could go to her. Seeing her sleeping peacefully, I pulled up a tab and opened the camera at the warehouse.
I saw Greg, the facilitator to all of Amaya and Natalia’s heartache and pain strapped to a large metal table, naked and blindfolded. The other four bodies were moved and staged for discovery. When the headlines broke later today, they would describe how four prominent sons of Lincolnville died in a fiery crash that wasn’t discovered until they were burned beyond recognition.
So sad...
We had contacted our FBI liaison and explained we had busted a forced sex ring and handled the situation for them. Greg, on the other hand, deserved far worse than those other assholes. They may have been the ones to physically hurt Natalia, but Greg was the one who put those two innocent girls in the path of these depraved assholes.
I turned off the camera when the pathetic bastard started crying under his gag, urine soaking his skin as he pissed himself. Knowing his death would be my masterpiece, I turned to more important issues. I emailed the contractor who had done the back deck at Amaya’s house and asked him to redesign the bathroom, draw up plans for the kitchen, and check zoning for an addition on the back.
I would live wherever she wanted, but she seemed most comfortable in her small house. If she decided she wanted to live here or somewhere else, I could resell the house for a profit and use that money for our forever home. Whatever made Amaya happy kept the monster content.
I saw her stir and I closed my laptop, ready to wrap my arms around her and help pull her back into the light. She settled and snuggled deeper into the cover, and I exhaled the breath I was holding. My phone chimed and I glanced down, seeing a text from Devlin.
Opening the message, I saw he had an attached a photo of Greg strapped to the table.
Devlin: Are you going to let him starve to death?
James: That’s one idea. Another is to filet him to the bone and watch him bleed
Devlin: Whenever you’re ready, let me know. Elise is at her parents until this evening.
James: I don’t want to wake Amaya
Devlin: No rush. He isn’t going anywhere.
Chuckling, I tossed the phone to the table and looked at the monitor, finding Amaya no longer in bed. Soft footsteps sounded into the room as I scrambled to open my computer and turn the camera feed off. She entered the room wearing another of my shirts and turned her head, seeing the empty bed frozen on the screen. Locating the remote, I turned the TV off as she turned her stunned face to me.
Standing, I tried to explain before she lifted her hand, showing me the palm and stopping my movements. How would she take knowing I had been watching her, stalking her, since before I ever met her?
“Have you been watching me?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Let me explain.” Trying to reason with her, she shook her head.
“Have you been watching me?” she asked again, each word spoken clearly.
Swallowing deeply, I answered. “Yes, but I need to explain.”
She took deliberate steps toward me and she pointed to the couch, silently asking me to sit. Planting my ass on the cushion, she moved in between my spread legs and lowered herself to the floor.
“How long have you been watching me?”
“Over six months.” I honestly replied and saw her intake a sudden breath.
“Here or at my house?”
“Everywhere.” I smirked at her as I watched the dark need grow behind her eyes.
“That explains why I always felt like someone was watching me. How many cameras do you have at my house?” she whispered at me and I could see her pebbled nipples poking through the thin t-shirt.
“Inside or out?” I purred as she slowly ran her hands up my thighs, her soft touch reaching under my shorts and stroking the sensitive flesh.
“Both.” She replied. Her eyes hidden by her long lashed.
