Page 2 of The Pretty Savage

My little monster paced inside my mind, bored, needy, ready to do something instead of just sitting and observing the civilians simply walking by. My skin tingled, itching from the need to be released. Maybe if he would've been taller, this wouldn't have been this easy or this boring. I've been in New York for the last seven days, collecting intel on my target before I could go in and do what I did best—make people disappear—but nothing was happening.

The man I was sent for lived like a fucking monk, which made the days long and nights even longer.

But maybe I could still have some fun.

"Did you really think it would be smart going after that poor woman and her child?" I asked, breathing slowly down his neck, keeping him hostage. "Did you think no one else would notice it?"

"You're insane!" he screeched, his voice grating on my nerves much like his entire appearance. "I didn't do anything!"

"It isn't what you did." I grinned. "It was what you were about to do, and a little bird told me you weren’t exactly going to that bar just for a beer."

His breathing quickened, his little secret spilling right into the air, rolling off of my lips easily, because predators like him never ever think they would get caught. And I made it my mission to know every single person on that fucking street. And this scum turned out to be the most interesting one of them all.

"How's that community service going, Chad?" I whispered close to his ear, letting my words wash over his skin with the knowledge that he couldn't hide it. His rap sheet was longer than the details of my mission—countless allegations of assault and battery, rape accusations, but because he was the son of a local politician, no one did a single thing.

They let him walk freely when he should be rotting in jail. And it would've been better for him if he were there, because then he wouldn't have met me.

"Who are you?" he cried out, his entire body trembling, while my monster licked its lips, smelling the stench of fear on his skin. "I didn't do anything. Those are all?—"

"Lies?" I asked, pressing my knee deeper into his lower back. "I think that Maria—you remember her? Tiny girl, barely twenty, with big brown eyes and long hair?" His eyes closed then, his cheek pressing deeper into the wall. "Yeah, I thought you would. She's been going to her therapist three times per week, only barely leaving her house for those appointments, because you destroyed her."

"She was fucking asking for it!" he had the balls to say. He had the balls to snicker as those filthy words left his mouth, and the calm I was holding on to snapped in a second.

I turned him around, pressing his back into the wall now, as my hand wrapped tightly around his limp shrimp dick, earning a painful moan from him. "You wanna say that again?" I seethed, increasing the pressure. "You wanna tell me how you did them a favor by using this micropenis of yours to destroy their dignity, huh? Come on, Chad!" I laughed. "Tell me. Tell me what a gift you are to society. Tell me why I shouldn't end you here and now. Tell me why your life is more important than the peace of that poor girl?"

"I-I… You won't get away with this, bitch!" He still thought he had it all figured out. He still thought he would walk away from here unscathed, only to tell this story to his daddy who would try to pull strings to bring justice for his only son. He still thought that his money or his position in this fucked-up society meant anything to me.

He fucking thought I was playing.

"Ah, Chad," I murmured, pulling out a dagger strapped to my thigh with my left hand, bringing the blade up to his rosy cheek. "You have no power here, darling."

His blue eyes widened, the realization slowly trickling into his peanut-sized brain.

"I don't care who you are." I kept the smile on my face, letting the blade bite into his skin. "I don't care about the rules of your little society, or the fact that even your parents won't feel bad that you're gone. The only thing I care about is the fact that you're an animal. A filthy, fucking animal that never should've been allowed to roam these streets. And you can only blame yourself for being here with me, because if you had kept your paws to yourself, if you only stayed put in that bar, you wouldn't be standing here now, trembling in front of me. We both know what's about to come."

"You're crazy!" he bellowed. "They will find you. You will pay. Do you have any idea who I am? Who my family is?"

"I do." I shrugged. "And I don't care."

"What's your name?" He was obviously still in denial. "I will hunt you. I will?—"

The words became garbled, his mouth filling with blood just as the tip of my knife ended up in his throat, and my hand pushed it deeper inside, breaking through his larynx. His blue eyes filled with tears and disbelief, and it was interesting in a way that every single time their dying moments would be followed by this shocked look on their faces, as if they couldn't believe I would truly go through with it.

I came closer to him, feeling the hot blood dripping from underneath the long sleeve of my coat and down my hand. My lips brushed over his ear, and I murmured what he obviously wanted to hear. "I am the Devil's favorite child, Chad." I smirked. "Tell him I said hi."

His hands landed on my upper arms, then on my shoulders, trying to push me away before reaching toward the hand that was still holding the knife lodged in his throat. With one simple flick of the wrist, I twisted the blade around, shattering whatever little hope he was holding on to, and pulled my hand back, wiping the blood from the blade on my pants.

He fell down on the ground, his body collapsing like a sack of potatoes, while my body brimmed with newfound energy, filling in the reserves that were slowly becoming empty over the last seven days. The garbled noises came from him, as he shared the last seconds in this world with me. The satisfaction I so rarely felt coursed through my veins, because I knew that no matter how savage this was, how fucked up some of the things I did were, I made a change.

The sound of my boots echoed around the alley just as ambulance sirens blasted somewhere in the distance, covered only by the ongoing traffic and people talking somewhere on the street. My eyes scanned the alley, searching for a place to hide the body until the cleanup crew came. The noises from Chad slowly quieted down, the indication that it was the end for him.

I could already hear Alena's voice as she yelled over this and the fact that I abandoned my post, but she would just have to understand. She was the one that sent me all the details about Chad.

Strapping the knife back to my thigh, I pulled out the phone from my back pocket and dialed the familiar number.

"It is too early for you to call me," Alena said over the line, her voice tired and laced with something else I couldn't quite recognize. "What happened?"

"I need a cleanup crew," I simply said.

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