Page 6 of Dark Torment

JONATHAN

This little fuckis going to die so painfully he will beg me to end his life and put him out of his misery. Or, he would be, if I hadn’t already cut out his tongue for the horrendous and vulgar words he hurt my Olivia with.

After watching her half the day, it’s still hard for me to come to terms with how easily I broke into her home. How easy it would be for anyone to get in there, and my precautions are possibly not enough.

I know I bought her some time, but there’s always the possibility of them hiring more than one person to take her out, and that’s something I can’t live with.

No one is going to lay a hand on my Olivia, and I will make damn sure of that. If anyone so much as touches her, or makes her cry, they’re going to find themselves in a shallow grave. Or a vat of acid. I’m not picky, and it starts with this fucking asshole who dared to call her fat and make her cry.

“Matthew Parkins.” The sound of my voice makes him jump and I laugh loudly, the sound echoing around the cold room.

Him trying to talk, then crying when he remembers his tongue is gone, gives me a gleeful joy I can’t even begin to describe. It’s the kind of high I haven’t experienced before, because I’m filled with the knowledge that I’m avenging my beautiful Olivia.

She is too sweet and innocent for the negativity of this world, and someday soon I will keep her from feeling this hurt again.

She is my love, my passion, and my absolute obsession. After one day, I know without a doubt I can never let someone else have her.

She’s too precious for the assholes of this world, myself included… but I will make her love me just as much as I love her.

It will just take some time.

“Peeasse,” he tries to scream, saliva and blood dripping down his chin as he begs me to put him out of his misery. But I’m just getting started.

Even though I cauterized the end of his tongue still in his mouth to keep him from bleeding out, it hasn’t fully stopped it from continuing. He deserves as much pain as I choose to dole out for being such a waste of oxygen.

“You don’t deserve my mercy. You didn’t show my Olivia any,” I state, my entire body the epitome of calm on the outside, even as I’m dying to feel the life leave him.

His confused stare makes it obvious he has no idea who or what I’m talking about, proving he has no intelligence or common sense. He’s already forgotten about how fucking rude he was earlier.

How could I ever let such a callous piece of shit live?

I followed him home this afternoon, knowing Olivia’s friend would take care of her.

I hadn’t decided whether her friend would live or die yet, because I didn’t know the dynamic of their relationship, but the second she yelled at Matthew here, I knew my woman was in good hands. They weren’t my hands, but they would do to get her home where I could watch over her on the cameras while I rid the world of this bastard.

Pulling my phone out, I unlock my screen to stare at my beautiful girl.

God, she’s so stunning it makes my heart ache and my dick throb with need for her.

I need to know her, feel her, and I will very soon.

Eventually, my sweet Olivia will trust me to be the only man for her. To protect her and love her, knowing nothing will ever harm her because she has her own personal monster.

A living shadow the world should be very afraid of.

I turn my screen to show him her picture, and his eyes pinch before I see a flash of disgust in them. It’s so fast that most would have missed it, but I miss nothing.

You don’t get to my position in the DA’s office without being observant. Add on that he’s slotted for death by my hands… I miss nothing.

Pocketing my phone, I take a step closer to him, staring him down while he watches me fearfully, wondering what’s next. I wait until I see his shoulders minutely relax in the silence, before pulling my fist back and punching him hard enough I hear his jaw snap, followed by loud wails of pain.

“You are a disrespectful little shit, you know that? Speaking to a woman like that is fucking criminal. But speaking tomywoman like that? That signed your death warrant,” I taunt him. “Just because you feel insignificant about yourself doesn’t mean you have the right to bring anyone else down. She is beautiful both inside and out. The same thing can’t be said for you.”

He starts screaming, trying to thrash around in the chair, but it won’t help. That chair is bolted into the cement floor for occasions just like this.

It’s not often that I like to play with my kills. But if I haven’t taken a job in a while, I get antsy and need my own space to feel the blood on my hands as I torture them to get my fix.

This place allows me to do that with no one ever knowing about it.

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