Page 56 of Rising Queen (Blood Empire 1)

“It’s none of your business,” the man snaps, clearly having no fucking clue who he’s talking to. But oooh, buddy, you're about to find out.

“Scott,” Penny warns, but I raise a hand.

“You see, this lovely lady here, she is my concern. So, that makes this my business. So, you wanna tell me why you have your hands on her like that and where you think you're taking her?” I ask, my voice calm, but my monster is pounding at the trap door, wanting to be let out to try and sate the hunger that will never be satisfied.Down girl, give me a few.

“Penny, is this him?” I ask her, and she gives me a small nod.

“What the hell have you been telling people about me?!” he glares at her with fury in his eyes. “More lies? Just like the lies Lola told your mom and my dad? You know, they kicked me out. Disowned me!” he spits.

“I didn't lie,” Penny says, trying to get out of his grasp once again.

“Alright, buddy, I think it's about time you let go of her,” I say, stepping closer.

“Fuck. You.” he hisses.

Dean lets out a dark chuckle from behind me as he watches me work.

Tilting my head to the side, I smile sweetly at him and pull my gun from its holster. I bring it up and level it with his head, switching off the safety.

“I said,” my voice goes ice-cold as my smile slips. “Let. Her. Fucking. Go.”

His eyes widen as he stares at the barrel of the gun. He lets her go and starts to back up.

“Not so fast, little mouse. We’ve only just begun to have some fun.” A slow, sinister grin takes over my face. “Penny, dear, go back to the club with Dean, please. I’ll take this from here,” I tell her, leaving no room for discussion and never taking my eyes off this punk in front of me.

The sound of footsteps recedes behind me, and once they are gone, I continue.

“Look, just let me go, and I'll never come back. I'll leave Penny alone,” he pleads, his “I'm a man, hear me roar”persona is gone.

“Did you enjoy sneaking into your stepsister’s room at night?” I ask, tilting my head to the side, ignoring his words. “Having your grimy, nasty hands all over her as she begged you to stop?” I slowly walk towards him until he's backed up against the driver's door and the barrel is pressed against his forehead. "Sticking your tiny little weenie where it didn't belong?" He's shaking now as he swallows hard.

“You see, that's a big no-no for me. And because I know for a fact you did do those things to Penny, I'm afraid I can't let you leave here tonight,” I sigh dramatically, loving every moment of this.

He whimpers, seeming to understand that no amount of groveling is gonna save him.

“Put your hands on the door frame,” I smile, thinking of something fun I can do to get this party started.

“W-what?” he stammers.

“Come on,” I motion with the gun and point to the door frame of the open car door. “Hands. Here.” He gives me an odd look, rightfully so.

He stumbles to the door and places his hands where I told him to. “See those two hands right there,” I say, nodding to his hands. “They did some very bad things. And I think they need to be punished, don't you?” I ask, raising my brows with a questioning smile.

“Ummm...?” he questions.

With my gun in my right hand, pointing to his head, I take my free hand and place it on the car door and with all my strength, I slam the car door onto his fingers, hopefully breaking a few. He lets out an ear-piercing howl as the door embeds itself into both his hands.

“God,” I groan. “Did you hear that? The crunch of your bones? That sounds so satisfying. It's like an ASMR wet dream.”

He crashes to his knees, screaming bloody murder, as he stares at his hands in horror.

“Enough of that,” I chirp. “You're gonna draw unwanted attention here soon, and I don't need anything derailing my plans for tonight. I've waited too damn long for this.”

I hear footsteps behind me as Axel, Dean, and Neo come into view.

“Perfect timing,” I beam over at Neo. “Pet, would you be a doll and bring him to the showroom with the others?”

“It would be a pleasure, My Queen,” he grins like a loon.

“I’m so excited,” I squeal as I do a happy dance. The guy's eyes go wide as I wave around my loaded gun. “Oops,” I giggle. “My bad. But I wouldn't have shot you... probably.” I shrug and put the gun away. Once Neo has grabbed the sobbing sissy off the ground and over his shoulder, I skip past him and all the way back into the club.

Looks like we have ourselves one more playmate for tonight; lucky number seven.

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