Page 37 of The Forbidden Villain
Fisting his hair, I tilt his head back and forcefully open his jaw, holding his gaze. “You love to leave your teeth marks ontheir skin, as their scars and pain bring you joy. They allow you to relive your perverted moments over and over again.”
“No, no. It’s a lie.”
I click my tongue. “Ah, Pastor. Careful. God doesn’t forgive liars either.” I raise the pliers and take out his teeth one by one, all thirty-two of them.
By the time I’m done, his body is almost lifeless, hanging on the chain. While it might be in shock from all the pain, I didn’t deliver any life-threatening injuries.
You don’t get to hurt people for years and die an easy death by my hand, oh no.
My justice is a bit more twisted than that.
I pull at the chain, and he falls with a loud thud in his own pool of blood.
He can lie here for a while before I drop his body off at the nearest hospital, along with all the evidence that shows what he has done over the years.
I’ll use my special connections to make sure he goes through a trial so that suffering would be the main theme for the remainder of his life.
It will never wipe away what he did, but at least his victims will get some sense of justice, and that’s enough for me.
My father says torture is an art form that he has mastered for decades, and even though he doesn’t know it, I admire all his work.
However, he can never know about my dungeon or how I decided to preserve his legacy because my psychotic tendencies have a purpose, and I don’t need his opinion on the matter.
I’m a monster of my own creation, and I make no apology for it because as long as people like this pastor are alive?
I will let my demons have free rein to cause as much mayhem as they fucking want.
Even if they need a green-eyed beauty right now to survive, which reminds me why I went on the hunt in the first place tonight.
Her words about her brothers…the idea of her feeling alone and unwanted all her life pisses my demons off, and they wish to go and deal with her brothers for causing her this hurt. Even if they have no idea she feels this way.
She loves them, though, and they are both men I respect and admire, not to mention they love her as well. So I have to pretend to play nice.
The keyword being pretend.
Washing my hands in the sink and cleaning up all my weapons, I’m ready to head out when my phone vibrates in my pocket.
Taking it out, I slide it open, and the rage from what I’m seeing almost makes me break the damn thing.
It’s a photo of Lavender’s invitation with a message attached.
Make sure to look handsome, pretty boy. Your obsession might come.
You’re a dead man walking.
The words you’re looking for are thank you. And you’re welcome. Maybe if you finally fuck her, you can focus on what really matters.
I’m going to break Kane’s fingers once we see each other again, and maybe choke him a little so he can’t perform during his next concert.
No one speaks about my woman in such a disrespectful manner or sends her invitations.
What this fucker doesn’t know is that I planned to invite her all along, as in our club vices are set free and we could explore our darkest nature.
Lavender has one as well. She just prefers to hide it away, but in the darkness, you don’t have to hide. You just have to explore.
I’m curious if she’ll ever be able to accept my vices, not that it matters in the grand scheme of things.
She will be mine no matter what she wants or decides.
