Page 7 of Dark Torment

It’s an underground bunker I built myself, with a drain going under the floor, pooling the blood in a basin I can dispose of later. It’s hidden under the floor of my garage, and unless you knew to look, you’d never find it.

There are benefits to being rich and living on a giant piece of land miles away from anywhere. This was one of them.

Silence and peace.

It aids me in getting away with murder, and it will soon aid me in keeping my sweet Olivia captive until she gives into the feelings she will come to have for me.

“You better prepare yourself, Matthew. It’s going to be a long night.” I feel the dark and sinister smile spread across my face as I pull the knife from my belt holster.

This is going to be fun.

“Peease,” he begs, slobber and blood still dripping down his chin.

“You can beg all you want. Nothing you say is going to stop me from ending your pathetic existence.”

He whimpers, dropping his eyes to the ground as his body convulses in silent cries. I take a deep breath, feeling the invigorating energy run through me.

Moving to my workbench, I look over the tools I have before grabbing the pliers that were previously used to hold his tongue still while I cut it out.

This time, they’re going to allow me to remove his fingers one by one with extreme pain until only the bones remain.

Just the idea of his screams has me hard as fuck.

Murder has never been about sex or feeling masculine before. It’s always about the power of controlling someone’s last moments, and while that’s a heady feeling, it’s never led me to feeling like this. Like I need to fuck the energy out of me.

Usually, I love to bask in that energy and power for days. Doing this for Olivia, and knowing I’m avenging her honour is the best aphrodisiac I’ve ever felt.

I could get addicted to this.

Walking back toward him with the pliers in hand, my heart starts pounding in my chest.

God, I missed this feeling. I love playing with them before the kill. It’s much more satisfying than the kills I’m generally hired for that need to be messy, but quick.

“How are you holding up, Matthew?” I ask him, smiling as he stares from me to the pliers, not opening his mouth to answer. “Cat got your tongue?” He makes a gurgling sound, and I laugh. “Oh, right! I got your tongue!”

I snap my fingers, shaking my head and playing dumb just to fuck with him as I kneel in front of him.

His arms are securely tied to the chair so he can’t move. As I line up the pliers with his pinky finger, he starts screaming and thrashing, trying to pull away, but it’s no use. I’ve made sure he’s not going anywhere.

Humming to a tune byKansas, I let his screams wash over me like a warm blanket as I press hard, sinking the pliers into the skin until I see blood. Then I push a little harder until his screams are at an all-time high and the pliers are in deep before I start slowly ripping the skin away from his bones, little by little.

His shrieks become louder and more violent as his body trembles with shock from the excruciating pain I’m causing him. He pukes up what’s left in his stomach before he wretches and gags, but there’s nothing left.

Nothing but the joy I get from the high. I’m in my happy place.

There’s blood, torture, and screams giving me life as I continue slowly pulling the skin and muscle off his finger, until all that’s left is bone.

“Beautiful!” I scream, making sure he hears me over his own panic. “Time for the next!” I say, moving to his ring finger before continuing the same torturous routine.

Whenever he passes out, I give his body a few minutes to recover from the shock before using water or smelling salts to bring him back to consciousness, then carry on with the torture.

He’s a fucking wimp.

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Lying in bed after Matthew lost the battle with his life, I can’t help but stare at her on my phone. There’s a deep aching in my chest so fierce I would easily think I was having a heart attack. Or I would if it weren’t for my knowing the cause is my being away from her.

She’s so beautiful, but I can’t stand to see the look of sadness on her face even hours after that asshole slandered her. It breaks something inside of me so much so that I would love nothing more than to bring him back from the dead just to start his torture over again.

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