Page 50 of Deadly Sacrifice

I like pushing her. I like pissing her off, making her cry, and watching her fall deeper into hatred every time I’m around.

So what if I want to take my time destroying Prudence? What the fuck business is it of Heathers?

My smile is sharp and cold when I say, “Tell your dad whatever you want. I’m handling my shit. Don’t you worry your empty little head about it.”

She sneers at me. “You’re an asshole.”

I shrug. “Well, then it’s a good thing I’m not your fuck buddy anymore.” I turn around and walk away as she mutters under her breath about me being a bad lay. Yeah, right. I roll my eyes as I head down the stairs.

It’s just my luck that Prudence walks in the front door as I reach the main floor. She sighs the moment she sees me, her muscles stiff, but she doesn’t try to flee.

Bad choice, sweetheart. I’m in a mood tonight.

Grinning, I tell her, “Go get me more ice for my knuckles and then join me on the couch.” I don’t wait to see if she’ll listen — I know she will — I just head to the living room and fall onto the large tan sectional with a tired groan.

Moments later, Prudence tosses a bag of ice into my lap. “Anything else, sir, or am I free for the rest of the night?“ she sasses. “Wait, don’t tell me, you want me to make you dinner and rub your feet, like some trained, brain-dead house wife?”

I set the old, melting bag on the floor and settle the fresh ice on my right hand. “Depends. What’s on the menu?” I reply, leaning back and spreading my knees to get more comfortable.

Prudence rolls her eyes. “Not a goddamn thing. Goodnight,” she says as she turns to walk away.

I grab her wrist. “Sit down, pet,“ I order, pulling on her arm until she stumbles onto the couch beside me. “Spend some time with me.”

Her nose scrunches up as she looks at me. “I’d rather sky dive with bad equipment,” she snaps. She inhales, like she’s got more to say about how much she despises me, but then her phone rings. She checks the screen and every muscle in her body tenses.

“Who is it?” I ask.

Prudence shakes her head, sucking in a sharp breath as she stands and clutches her cell. “I need to take this.”

She tries to rush off, but now my curiosity is peaked. I snap out my hand and grab her before she can get too far, pulling her back down to the couch beside me again. “Who is it, Prudence?” I ask, this time with a note of warning in my voice.

Her hand is shaking when she tries to push away from me. “Please,” she whispers, looking at me with big hazel eyes, searching my face for something she likely won’t find.

I hold my hand out for her phone. “Give it to me. I’ll answer if it’s such an issue.”

Her bottom lip trembles. “It’s my mom,” she whispers. “I need to answer, please.”

I’m sure my smile is deadly as I reach out and pry the phone out of her hand. Her fingers have a death grip on the damn thing and she whimpers in pain when I fight it out of her hold.

“This is Prudence’s personal sex slave,” I say into the phone, shooting a winning grin at Prudence. “What can I do for you?”

She pales even more — which I didn’t think was even possible — staring at me with an expression so wounded and severe that it’s as if this is the worst thing I’ve done to her. Her wide eyes are brimming with tears, her brows furrowed, and she has to bite her lip to stop it from trembling.

It makes me feel fucking amazing. After fighting with Mark in the woods, and fighting with Heather upstairs, I’m all ramped up and ready to push this redhead too far tonight.

“P-Prudence?” a woman asks cautiously. “They called again, baby. Th-the Stars. They keep calling, keep telling me that the doctor here wants to h-hurt me. The meds they had me on were poison, so I’ve had to puke them back up when I’m alone. When I’m alone, I’m safe. When I’m alone, they talk to me.”

I clear my throat, instantly uncomfortable. My goal was to fuck with Prudence, embarrass her and maybe have her mom get on her ass about the kind of guys she’s spending time with. But this… It feels more like a violation than when I almost forced her to suck my cock on campus.

Her mom continues to ramble on the phone, mostly shit that doesn’t make sense. I look over at Prudence. She’s staring at the ground, her shaky hands tucked between her legs. When her mom starts crying and screaming about The Stars fucking up her mind and wanting to kill herself to be done with it, I slam my eyes closed and swallow down thick remorse.

Holding the phone out, I nudge Prudence with it, muttering, “Here. I think she needs you.”

She blinks away the wetness collecting in her eyes, taking the phone so fast that I couldn’t have changed my mind. Not that I wanted to.

“Mom?” she says into the phone as she stands from the couch, turning her back to me. Her shoulders deflate, and then shake ever so slightly, like she’s crying. “Yeah… Thanks, Doctor Bardot. Do you know when I’ll be able to talk to her next?” she murmurs, almost too quiet for me to hear.

I should leave. I don’t know why the fuck I can’t. My ass is rooted to the sofa, my eyes locked on Prudence, and my heart is thumping so rapidly it hurts.

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