Page 15 of Painfully Merry

Sabby goes crazy, like worse than I am on a good day.

“You fuckin’ piece of shit, untie me so I can stab him. Now.” She pulls at her restraints, trying to break free.

“Stop it, Sabrina. You’ll make your wrists bleed. I’ll deal with the dickhead.”

Whatever. I don’t have to deal with this. I roll out of bed, landing on the floor, almost crushing my dick that’s still hanging out of my pants. That would’ve sucked if I broke my dick.

“Parker, get your friend out of here. Sleep somewhere else for the night.”

I move toward the window, peeking out. The morning sun blinds me. Who sleeps with blackout curtains in their bedroom? Psychos do, that’s who. Who is Sabrina Black anyway? I pull open the curtains, lighting up the room.

“Rise and shine, dipshits. I want breakfast. I’ll be back. Don’t untie her but be a champ and push my cum back in, I’m trying to make a baby.”

Parker jumps out of bed, pushing me against the wall. “Are you kidding me? That wasn’t a part of the plan.”

“No, but I’m making it a part of it. So, you either fuck her too, or I’ll do it again. This is what revenge is like, Parker. You make her pay with her body, not with words.” I shove him back, fury burning in my eyes. He better watch it, or a knife will seal our fate.

“We get what I need, and then we are out. You get her knocked up. You’re fucked. Do you get that?”

I backed away, scoffing at him. “I’m sure if you shot your load in her, she would be excited. Her little bastard wouldn’t be a fucked up mess like me.” I leave without another word.

It’s not my fault my brain is wired differently. All the meds my womb carrier took probably had something to do with it. I’ve been in and out of every known shrink. Obviously, it hasn’t helped, but I’ve concluded that I would assist myself.

When a job opportunity literally landed in my lap, I couldn’t turn it down. You could say I’m a hitman, but I like to call myself a professional killer because we all know after you put in ten thousand hours, you’re a professional. And I’m the best. Who else owns their own security company, pays taxes, kills on the side and hasn’t been caught by the cops yet? Not many, that’s who.

I sneak out of Sabbins' house through the back, and a little yappy dog starts barking next door. If that thing keeps barking, whoever lives there is gonna come looking. I can’t have that.

“Toto, shush your mouth.” I walk to the fence and throw snow at the stupid thing. “You’re gonna get me in trouble.” The little black and grey ugly thing growls at me. “Don’t make me climb this fence, asshole.”

“Honey? What’s going on?”

It’s the old man from yesterday—way to go, Toto. I creep around the fence to the front of the house. I guess we’ll have to skip breakfast. Walking up his steps, a tall Santa greets me. Oh, man. This is gonna put me on the shit list for tonight. Sorry, Clausman, this needs to be done. I straighten my shirt and ring the doorbell.

I pat my back pocket, only now realizing I don’t have a knife on me. Bollocks.

A timid old man’s face appears when the door opens a crack. “Can I help you, son?”

Son. I haven’t heard that in my entire life. Kinda sounds nice. “Yes, I’m with Phoenix Security Company. Your neighbour, Miss Black, hired us recently, and I’m just making my way through the area since noticing her camera’s lost service yesterday and wanted to provide our service. She mentioned you might be interested.” A smile ran along my lips, feeling the old man fall for my words.

He opens the door all the way, securing my access. I love the gullible. All you have to do is give them the words they want, and Bob’s your uncle.

“Oh, Miss Black is a wonderful young lady. Please come in.”

“She definitely is wonderful,” I answered with a soft laugh. Her cunt is perfect too.

He seals his fate when he latches the door behind me. I can feel the adrenaline rush through my body, and my hand trembles with anticipation. I follow him deeper into his place, along with that ugly yappy Toto close on my heels. I need to get to the kitchen or anywhere with a sharp object.

“I’m sorry I never did catch your name?” I ask him.

“Oh, my.” He laughs. “I’m Mr. Murphy, and this here is Honey.” He points to the dog.

“No wife?” I look around and notice pictures, but no one else in the house.

He stares at the photo. “No, Mrs. Murphy passed away a few years back.”

One less I have to kill. I let him lead, grabbing a lion statue off the side table. I feel the weight of it and do some quick calculations. It should drop him, but I’ll still need to find a knife to finish him off. Toto yaps at me, and before Murph can turn around, I take large, silent steps.

With a quick, fast swing, the lion smashes into the side of his face. Murph drops like a sack of potatoes. Toto yaps, running in circles, making me lose my concentration.

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