Page 36 of Out for Blood
He doesn’t finish his sentence because his eyes are racing around, searching for an escape that isn’t there.
Cassidy runs her blade over her tongue seductively, before she ridicules, “So you like raping women,jackinthebox149?”
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about?" he stutters, as he shrinks into himself.
“The internet is such a powerful tool when you want toreallyget to know someone,” she sucks her teeth, making a disapproving click.
Without flinching, Cassidy pinches the metal of the blade between her fingers and arcs it with deadly accuracy, slicing through the top of his foot. The resounding clang against the floor roots him in place.
He crumples to the floor, howling in agony, clutching his foot as blood begins seeping from the wound.
“What do you fucking want? I have money, connections, anything!” he shrieks desperately, spit trickling down the corners of his mouth.
Drifting over to him like a death goddess, she stands directly above him, glaring, “What. I. Want.” She angrily enunciates every word, “is for you to suffer the same way you’ve made others suffer!”
“Please stop! Please, I’ll do anything you ask! I have a family!” he sputters, heaving through sobs.
She stoops, mere inches from his face now, and scathingly chastises, “How many girls have asked you to stop? How many have begged?” The self-control in her voice begins to fray, “How many had families, were daughters or sisters?”
His face goes still, and his sobs stop as his face turns pale.
“Where the fuck is she?” she grits out.
Cassidy clutches another knife in her hands letting the blade glide down his face, stopping at his cheek, and in two rapid motions carves anX.
Startled, he propels himself away from her as the blood pools down his face.
“I don’t know! “
With a flick of her wrist, she wraps her hand around the handle of the knife still embedded in his foot and yanks it out.
An animalistic screech breaks free from his mouth as more blood flows from the gash.
Her hand runs through his hair, gripping it roughly as she tips his head back, displaying his throat. She anchors the blade just under his jaw.
“Let’s try this again,” she patiently clarifies, “Where is she?”
The blade breaches his flesh, and a shallow line forms as the skin expands and allows blood to dribble down.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The sentence leaves him in a breathless rush.
Cassidy goes motionless.
Then she throws her head back and lets out a manic laugh, her body rocking with it.
With lightning speed, she tugs a zip tie out of her vest and flips him onto his stomach, fastening his wrists behind his back. His skin is already turning red.
“If you’re going to keep lying, I’ll need all my knives, so I can keep stabbing you in different places,” she retorts, shrugging her shoulders.
He winces hard at that, and I’m inclined to believe her.
She turns him on his back and rests her blade across his throat again.
I come off the wall and advance, letting my boots carry enough weight to be heard.
His eyes whip to mine, surprise written all over his features.
Let him feel both sides of it.
