His Obsession

Chapter 33

His Obsession

Chapter 33

Xavier

A dark look comes across my face as I stare down at him. His body covered in his own blood. My hands as well as my own clothes covered with his blood.

The scent of blood, pain and death is what life is and I thrive in it. Making the dead heart inside me beat with excitement.

All I need is my little angel naked and caked in blood on the ground, and all would be life. My own blood and body grows excited, and my crotch tightens in my pants.

Just the thought of her body under mine, her pussy eating my dick up like dessert, and I would fuck her raw until she screams my name in pure pleasure.

"I- I do-do...nnn't kn.... knoww annnyt-thi-ng-ng" His voice comes from the chair. I let out a chuckle. I lean against the wall behind me.

I had forgotten about him for a second here, she does that to me. She has changed me in every way known to man. For the worse.

"He sent you here, clearly you know something. You're the messenger. If you don't understand what that means then perhaps you need a reminder" I tell him.

The look of fear on his face is one that can breathe air into my body. My arms cross over my chest as I stare at him. Having little time left in the world, he will tell me what I need to know.

"I just need a name, that's all. One name, and you're free" I tell him. Watching as his face softens. Then it hardens and so does mine.

He shakes his head, which only makes the rage inside me even wilder than before. I gesture for my men to hand me a knife.

"You see, you need that reminder now" I tell him. His eyes widen, or as much as they can. Blood has begun to leak from one of his eyes, and the other one is so swollen that it can barely even stay open.

His entire body is covered in bruises, cuts, burns, missing fingers etc. My very own art work, which I do take great pride in. He should have known that if he is sent to the lion's den, the lions are going on a hunt.

Brining the knife to his chest, where there is already a cut that is heavily bleeding. He shakes his head and shudders in the seat.

Does everything that he can to get away from me. "Speak, and you'll live" I tell him. The smirk on my face and the wicked look in my eyes tells him and everyone that I'm lying.

This fucker is not leaving this room alive, he won't even live through the next hour. "Nothing to say, huh?" I ask when he doesn't say anything.

I've purposely left his tongue intact with the one purpose of he was supposed to talk. It seems the son of bitch has loyal men by his side.

Though, when the has loyalty, I have fear and when he has insanity, I have... well, insanity but with much more rage and unpredictability.

I scoff when he still doesn't talk. "Thought so" I speak. Using the knife, I slash into the cut that is across his chest. It is not deep enough to cut any artery or  hit any vital organs.

It's simply deep enough to be a pain in ass. His loud screams echos around the room and into my brain. He can scream all he wants, it is pain that I want, and it is pain that I'm going to get from him.

I throw the knife away and watch as he bleeds out. He's lost too much blood and the pain he must be is severe, none of that matters to me.

However, I will get a name out of him soon enough. They all talk. They always talk. When death is close, they will speak to get rid of the pain.

It's a lie. I will never give them mercy. It is the one thing that I know nothing of. They will always suffer. They try to take her from me.

Never will they take her away from me, and all of those fuckers will suffer. I will end them all, and I will kill them. Their blood will be spilled, and their cries will echo.

A dark laugh escapes me when I walk out of the room, with his screams of pure pain behind me, I walk towards the hallway. Where she will be waiting for me.