Her Secrets

4

The alley was dark, empty and quiet, just the way I liked it. I dragged Quentin completely at the back where I knew we wouldn't be disturbed and he followed me quietly without saying a word, probably eager to get it. Little did he know.

"Here?" He raised his brows, leaning against the wall as his hands reached to my face, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. I refrained myself from scowling in disgust before I spoke, which came out more like an order, "remove your shirt."

He shot me a smirk before removing his shirt, revealing his chest which was filled with hair. Oh my god. Big fucking foot at his finest. Clearing my throat, I said, "show me your hands." As soon as he did, I grabbed the shirt he removed and tied it around his wrists, tight enough so he would not be able to free himself or defend himself from what I was about to do to him. "Sit like a good fucking dog and don't make any noise or you and I are going to have a problem. Are we clear, sweetheart?"

He seemed taken aback by my words but nodded and did as he was told. He sat down on the street, his eyes narrowing at me as he waited for me to do whatever he thought I was going to do. I removed my knife from my boots, ignoring his eyes which widened while I cut a piece of the fabric.

I bent down to his level, folding the piece of my dress into a ball and held it in front of his face, "open wide."

"Wha—" he was cut off when I shoved it into his mouth, his eyes widening even more. I patted his head, "good boy. Are you ready? You said you had a knife kink, did you not?" He nodded at my words as I brought the knife under his right eye, tracing the socket with the tip of my knife, "I wouldn't advise you to blink or try to move away because you know—" I tilted my head to the side, "—you might lose an eye. We wouldn't want that now, would we?" He stayed still, trying his best to prevent himself from blinking.

"So, tell me, love, what do you know about Gabriel?" I questioned, a sadistic smile on my face, "blink twice if you want to speak." He stayed still, sweat beginning to form on his forehead making me plaster a fake frown on my face, "no? You don't want to speak? How fucking unfortunate."

Sighing dramatically, I pierced the knife through his skin, cutting open his right eye socket. His screams were muffled by the fabric in his mouth which resulted in a sickening smile to form on my lips, "love, none of this would've happened if you had just blinked, you know? You brought this upon yourself."

I watched as tears began to form in his eyes, mixing with the blood as they fell. I trailed the knife down his jawline, cutting his skin open as I did so. He was screaming yet I could barely hear it. I watched the blood, sweat and tears falling down his face with complete awe. What a sight.

I then moved the knife to his left eye making him close it tightly. I chuckled, "open up. Don't make me angry, trust me. You do not want to witness an angry me." A whimper left his mouth as he slowly opened his eyes widely. I brought the tip of the knife inches away from his eye ball. "Shake your head if you don't want to die."

He stayed still. Shaking his head would mean the knife cutting his eye and he did not want that. I offered him a grin, "so you want to die? Perfect." He whimpered again making me roll my eyes, "you're stupid, you know, messing with me like that? Who do you think you are?" After a minute of silence, I spoke again, "do you promise not to scream if I remove the fabric?" I removed his knife from his eye and he nodded. I then took the piece of cloth from his mouth and threw it away.

"Wh-why a-are y-y-you do-doing th-this?" He stuttered out, his voice shaking and his body trembling as he stared at me with evident fear in his eyes, "w-who a-are yo-you?"

"Remember the twelve year old girl you and your fellow friends raped eight years ago?" I asked and watched as realization crashed upon him. "N-no! P-p-plea-se! I'm s-so-sorry!"

"I hate to break this out to you but your sorry won't fix shit." I clenched my jaw, my eyes filling up with hatred while I stared at the man in front of me, "here's what we're gonna do. First, I'm going to disfigure you, I'll torture you so bad that you'll beg me to kill you. But I won't. I'll cut your dick and feed it to you and then I'll slit your throat. What do you think about my plan?"

"No! Please!" He sobbed, "I'm sorry, I really am. Th-this—" his voice broke, "—w-hat yo-u're doi-ng to me is inhuman! You're a psychopath! J-just s-send m-me to j-jail!"

"No," my voice was cold, "now, tell me where these other friends of yours are before we proceed."