Page 16 of Venomous Desires

I didn’t realise my palms dug into the sill until I felt the pain.

Soon, Lucius.Soon. We’d meet, and you’d wish for death instead of me.

?

The screams of anguish bouncing around the cement walls were annoying. I enjoyed pain, only when I was in the mood, but tonight I didn’t have the patience or time for this pussy. And I was the most patient man ever to exist.

Normally, I knew how to wait for what I wanted. Abnormally, my fingers twitched to end this motherfucker’s life who was too busy shitting his pants and crying like a fucking rat.

“You better start talking, or I’ll shove this damn knife all the way through your eyeball.”

Of course, he didn’t answer, but I smelled more urine. Fuck, I should’ve stuffed his asshole with a plug and dismembered him before interrogation.

He whimpered, and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “Come on, Evans, I dedicate my Sundays to fucking, and I’d rather hear moans than your cries.” My patience was wearing thin. I had a fucking conference to attend, for fuck’s sake. “You have five seconds before I turn you into a human sushi,” I warned, pressing the knife under his chin, and he whimperedagain.

I tried to keep a straight face, but it was a struggle. When I realised he wasn’t going to talk, I stood up and threw the knife over my shoulder. It clattered, and I motioned Kyle, beckoning him over. “What’s his name?”

“Hunter.” Laughable. Sweat dripped down his nose, mixing with snot and blood on his face. His overgrown, greasy hair was matted to his forehead. “Hunter Evans,” Kyle completed.

Now I remembered.

I couldn’t have him killed, at least not now. I needed some information, and the dickhead was not talking. I opted for a less evil way: removed my blazer and handed it to Kyle before rolling the sleeves of my dark shirt.

Hunter’s eyes followed me with fear. He must have thought of me as an unhinged and bipolar man. He thought right, though.

His whimpers worsened, and my ears twisted as I grabbed the thumb screws. I’d recently bought it and hadn’t tried it yet. Guess Hunter would be the first. “Um, Sir...”

“Not now, Kyle, I’m fucking busy,” I retorted, advancing towards Hunter with calculative steps and crouched.

My voice was low, and my head tilted as I studied him. “So, tell me, Hunter, do you like to hunt?”

The motherfucker still remained silent and swallowed. If he was scared, he should’ve known better than to make me provoke me. I smiled, and he shivered more. I must resemble a stray dog that’s about to jump on passersby. “Oh, don’t be flustered, I know you have some weird taste.” I caressed his fingers, and my eyes bored into him. “How does it feel? Exhilarating, right?”

He didn’t reply. Expected. “Tell me, Hunter, while hunting... do you ever feel hunted?” He sniffled, snot leaking down his chapped lips. I rolled my neck, groaning as the muscles popped. It had been a long fucking day.

“Fucking talk!” I ground out impatiently through my clenched jaw.

“Sir,” Kyle’s annoying voice was not helping, and I snapped. “What?!”

“You cut off his tongue yesterday.”

Oh....

“Then what is this fucker doing here? You want to take his place, Kyle?” My second-in-command shook his head.

Hunter looked up at me with hopeful eyes. His breathing calmed when I put the thumb screws back on the table and picked up the knife and inspected it. Papa gave it to me when I turned eighteen. A serpent was engraved on it. Hunter grunted, and I turned my head toward him.

His eyes widened when I advanced towards him and plunged the knife into his neck. He gargled and died instantly. His body fell to the ground with a thud, and I tilted my head, staring at his open eyes. Hope was still there, yet. It was comical to the point that I chuckled. Now that’s what I was missing.

I fucking feel the adrenaline rushing through my veins, so intense I couldn’t help but chuckle at his state. So fucking pathetic. He thought he could sneak into my house and try to threaten me. The fucking audacity. Like I said, I was the storm-turbulent and destructive. And I’d sweep everything in my path-including that little bird.

Chapter 5

The Prey

So, I read about him.

As soon as I reached the dorm, I searched his name and kicked myself mentally for not realising how much of a big shot he was. I asked Alina about him, and she looked at me as if I’d lost my mind.