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“No use, buddy. You’re fucked.”

I hum along to the song on the radio, and his head thrashes against the seat.

“Who did you piss off? I’m here, so you must have upset someone.”

The tape over his mouth muffles his answer.

“Doesn’t really matter anyway. It’s my job either way.”

The trees get thicker, and the path gets smaller. When I can’t drive any farther, I throw the truck in park and cut the engine before turning to Cortland.

“Ready?” I am. I am so fucking ready.

I exit my truck and head over to the passenger side. The fear coming off him fuels me. I get excited as he fights in the seat and screams against the tape over his mouth. His eyes track my every move, and all the blood running through my veins travels to my cock. I pull the door open, delighted to see tears falling from Cortland’s eyes. I guess the fucking pussy won’t be going out like a man tonight. He’ll end his life as a little bitch.

I throw him over my shoulder and head out deeper into the woods.

The dead silence is the perfect acoustic for his muffled moans and screams. Out here, I’m free to fly—just like Rylan did last night under my touch.

Red.

Pink.

My brain jumps from moment to moment.

My boots sink into the mud as I walk with Cortland over my shoulder. He squirms the entire way, like an ant I’m going to stomp on. He’s only fueling my anticipation, making the process even more desirable.

Keep it up.

“Have you ever had mind-blowing sex, Cortland?” I adjust my hold on him before I continue my rambling, “I thought I had, but it wasn’t until last night that I learned I had no idea what mind-blowing was. This girl, man, she’s fucking incredible. She fucks like the devil but tastes like heaven. You ever find something like that?”

I don’t expect him to answer as I keep walking. After another ten minutes, I drop Cortland, and he hits the grassy surface like lead weights. I circle him while he bucks against his bindings.

Pussy like that is too hard to give up. Eventually, I’ll have to move on, but I think that girl branded my cock for life. Just like bloodshed will always be a part of me.

“Unfortunately for you, you’ve met me on a strange day. A good day for me but a bad one for you.”

His face is beet red from all his futile attempts at escape. He isn’t going anywhere.

“Normally, I’d just kill you and get it over with, but tonight, I have a different plan. You see, I have some pent-up hostility I need to work off. Torturing you is exactly what I need after spending a few hours fucking in a crazy-as-fuck, public sex room.”

I take off the bag strapped to my back and dump its contents right next to him. Rylan has a bag filled with toys for the club, and I have my own for torture of a very different kind. When Cortland sees all the fun I’ve brought for us, he begins to try to inch away like an earthworm. I laugh at him, which makes him wiggle harder.

“Do you really think that will work?” Dragging him by the feet, I pull him back to me and then start to undo the tape from his wrists.

In an ideal situation, I’d love for him to fight against me and lose, but I can’t risk the tiny chance of this prick actually getting away. I free his hands but leave the tape on his mouth and ankles—for now. The second the tape is loose, Cortland swings and tries to scratch my forearms.

Fucking pussy.

“You won’t win. I will break you.”

Red.

Pink.

I can’t break Rylan, but I can break this asshole.

Cortland reaches for the tape around his ankles, and with one swift movement, my gun is drawn and aimed at the fucker. He freezes and starts to hyperventilate behind the tape over his mouth. Snot rushes from his nose and drips down his chin. If he were smart, he wouldn’t be scared. Killing him with a gun doesn’t make it any fun for me.

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