Watching Rory

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It's been hell staying away from Rory over the past few weeks, but I had to get shit with Eric under control.

An officer at the local precinct is an old family friend and was able to handle any calls about the gunshots from that night. My associates Nyx and Malachi also helped take care of the cleanup. My Little Slut didn't need to wake up and witness that cluster fuck again.

In preparation for tonight, I've been staying in Rory's old home. I installed two of my computer monitors in her closet, and at night I sleep on top of the same sheets I fucked her on.

My little slut has been flourishing since she moved into the tower. She doesn't hide all day, locking herself away from the world, and has stopped taking her sleeping medication (to my dismay).

Today she looks flustered by the picture I sent her.

From how she rubs her thighs together, I can tell she likes it and can only imagine how wet her sweet pussy must be.

"Hey, boss, I have the living room staged," Nyx says as he enters the room.

Quickly I turn the screen off and exit the closet shutting the door behind me.

Rory's vulnerability is for no one's eyes but mine.

"Thanks, man, is he secured?" I ask, gesturing for him to follow me out.

In the living room, Eric hangs restrained by his extremities to cables attached to the ceiling.

I'm not wearing my mask, but it doesn't matter. Eric's chin is resting on his chest lethargically. He didn't even notice us enter the room.

"Excellent job Nyx. Has he said anything to you?" I say.

"No, I knocked him out to make restraining him less difficult," he responds.

"Is there anything else you need from me, J?"

"Actually, yes, go to Opulence Towers and make sure Rory gets here safely," I demand.

"And call Malachi to make sure he meets you here at nine. I have a feeling we'll need extra hands for the cleanup."

He nods before exiting the room, and when I hear the noise of the front door closing, I examine the table of instruments Nyx laid out for me.

It includes a wide array of torture devices.

I wanted to give Rory options due to all the pain Eric inflicted on her.

A glass vial labeled ammonia carbonate is one of the options, and it entices me into waking Eric's pathetic ass up.

With the bottle, I saunter over to him, remove the cap and shove the vile under his nose. Instantly, Eric's head shoots up, and his dilated pupils stare directly at me.

"Jace?" He sputters.

"what's going on?"

"Why am I hanging from the fucking ceiling?"

"Hello, baby brother," I say with a malicious grin.

"You will find out shortly."

🖤 What tools would be on your torture table?