Perfectly Broken

Chapter 3

Like an unchecked cancer, hate corrodes the personality and eats away its vital unity.

-Martin Luther King, Jr.

Eric woke up in that damn cave with his head pounding and found it empty. His favorite gun was gone, too. He dragged himself to his car and drove away, knowing that whoever did that little rescue maneuver was probably sending his colleagues after him.

He could barely see, the pain in his head was blinding him. But he made it to the Hanson house. Eric had been scoping it out as a potential hideout when he'd witnessed Richy abducting Hannah. He'd been about to arrest him when he saw the curves on that girl and decided to blackmail Richy instead. Hannah wasn't as hot as Alina, but she'd do well enough as a nice side piece. Eric gave her GHB and visited with her a few times when Richy wasn't around. He was just about to have some more fun with her when Richy showed up, claiming it was time to free Hannah and do the right thing.

Fuck, no, Eric told him. What he didn't say was there was no way he would let Hannah go when he knew his DNA was still in and on her. He liked to take his women bare when he had his fun like this, always making sure nobody would find their bodies later. Richy didn't know about Eric's games with Hannah, and Eric thought he could intimidate him into staying the course.

For some reason he hadn't known at the time, the mechanic was adamant about letting Hannah go right away. Richy fought him, but Eric knocked him out easily. The guy wasn't much of a fighter when he was up against a man instead of a much smaller female; not that he'd done anything to rough up Hannah, either. Clearly, Richy was a fucking whipped little shit who didn't know how to take control of a pussy as he should. 

When Eric checked Richy's phone after he cuffed him, he saw Richy was in a chat group with HIS Angel. The text to Thomas had worked; it was a moment of inspiration on his part. He thought if he could turn up the heat on Richy and make him worry that his friends would find out he kidnapped Hannah, then eventually he'd be willing to do anything, including help take more girls for Eric's enjoyment.

The idea backfired because he'd never thought it would get Richy and Alina in touch. Alina Belonged to Eric, nobody else. He made sure she knew this every time he saw her.

And still, Eric was willing to let that shit go. It looked like it had only been a brief convo, and Richy hadn't spoken to her, at least as far as he could tell. Not like she was actually letting him get at that tight little body of hers. Eric could manage that. He'd make Richy disappear and fuck any memory of him right out of Alina's head. This was strike one; Alina associated with Richy.

So after he made sure Richy was secured, he regretfully left Hannah untouched and headed over to his sexy kitten's house. He wanted to have a good time with her tonight. But she had broken the rules and fallen asleep on her couch, fully clothed. These were not his instructions. Strike two.

She no longer deserved to be called Angel. She had lost that right once she defied him. Eric had spent way too much time with her, but she was addictive as hell. So willing to do whatever he wanted...until she wasn't. She had the audacity to say she wanted to end things. What, was she going to toss him over for Richy Roger?? Strike fucking three. So Eric knocked her about some, had a little quick and dirty fun while she was out, and then brought her to the cave for more good times.

He seriously thought he was going to get to fuck her in that cave, with that punk Richy shouting and crying and bleeding to death in the background. Music to his ears. And then Eric would finish what he'd started with Hannah, maybe with Richy just alive enough to watch that, too, before Eric pinned it all on Richy, dumping their bodies in the Hanson house and setting it on fire.

Then some asshole ambushed him and gave him this headache, taking away all his playthings and exposing literally the perfect torture chamber that he could have used for years to come. With that hatch closed and the waterfall, nobody could hear what Eric was doing in there. And those huge iron hooks embedded in the wall were primo spots to handcuff people to. It couldn't have been better if he designed it himself, and now he had to give it up.