Dance for Me

4

I helped the beautiful shaken up man into the car, making sure he made it there safely and I paid for his trip. His big brown eyes stared at me in curiosity and fear, like he wanted to tell me something but he was holding back. Ugh those plump, soft lips. The things I could do to that man. I never believed in fate before, but this beautiful angel might have changed that.

"Thank you," he whispered, his eyes still red from all the tears. He couldn't even walk properly he was hurt so bad. Boy if I make you mine, you'd be limping for a whole different reason, one that you'd enjoy. Everyone would know not to touch you, look at your body, try to seduce you because baby you'd belong to me.

"Be safe, Remi. Make sure to rest. I'll be checking in on you soon."

He looked confused but eventually nodded at me, resting his head back on the seat while I slowly shut his door. I promise though, I will be checking in on him. I need to know what all that idiot told him.

After I watched the car drive off, I stepped back into the house, ready for fucking answers. Who in the hell does this mother fucker think he is? I'm a lenient man. A lenient leader. Talk to me damnit! I may not give second chances but I'll hear you out. I would have helped the fucker get his money back. But with me, you will not, WILL NOT, rape a person. I thrive on consent and it was clear that Dante, I mean Remi, wasn't lying. He did not deserved to be electrocuted all those times for hours. He's a stripper, not an escort, not a prostitute.

I pick up a vase and throw it at the wall, growling in anger. The house is rather silent tonight, no doubt due to what was overheard. I need to contain it or else I'll regret it, but this went way too far. Perry is the closest thing I'd consider a friend and he betrayed that trust.

Once the basement door opened, all my fury came back. Perry was on his knees, holding up his sore head. Stupid fucker. I storm down the stairs, my eyebrows furrowed.

"What the fuck do you call that Perry?" I yell, kicking the man back down. "He didn't want your ass! You had no god damn right!"

"Andy...please," he groans out, looking like his head is rattled. I hope he has a concussion. "The little slut was begging for it!"

Are you kidding me? This is the route he's trying to go?

"He was down here screaming for fucking help for hours you dumb fuck! How was he begging for it? Huh? He didn't want to fuck you! You trapped him!"

"He shouldn't have accepted my money!"

"HE DIDN'T!" I shout, pulling up the shaggy haired man by his throat. I walk forwards and press him into the wall while he grabs my fists, trying to make me let go. "If you touch another hair on his body, if you even look his direction, I'm putting a bullet between your eyes. Got that?"

I drop the nasty ass man to the ground, backing up. As I turn away, I of course hear the mutters.

"Don't know why you want to protect a desperate disgusting whore like him."

I lose it. It's like I'm up in the clouds, watching my body react. It's funny because if I was sane I'd probably still be doing the same thing. Wow, am I picking up a bat? Damn there goes his teeth. Huh, he had a lot of cavities. Seems like I'm doing him a favor.

After who knows how long, I feel like I'm back in my body, panting heavily. My arms are sore from every heavy swing. I reach down and grab his wrists, pulling him up to the same pipe he had Remington cuffed to. I chuckle as I examine the device, a huge grin spread across my face.

"Andy, please dude, I'm sorry okay? I'll never do it again. Please don't do this."

The fear is definitely present in his eyes. I'm glad I was able to beat the cockiness out of him. Dumbass. I press down on the button, watching the beautiful sparks ignite across.