Darkest temptations

chapter two

THE HUNTER

A SPLASH OF BLOOD followed by a cry of pain brings joy to my stoic heart. I stare down at the man beneath me, tied to the chair as if it's some sort of BDSM torture. His eyes are gauging out of his head in a mix of pain and fear, his nails clawing at the wooden chair.

Mike..Michael, whatever his name is. I eye his movements when he squirms in the chair, my handy work keeping him from moving away. Blood accessorises his clothing, it's like a piece of art that deserves to be in a museum. "Please man! I don't know anything!" He pleads.

I spin the knife tauntingly in my hand, his eyes aren't dark as they were before but now they hold vulnerability—vulnerability that only I can grasp from him. "Please I swear!" His yell turns into a guttural scream as I bring the knife down into his thigh, laughing at him when he attempts to push me away with his restricted arms. The knife is pulled out, blood pools the tiles beneath us. "Man I swear I don't know shit!"

Annoyance fills me, I scoff, "so you don't know about your wife and children, who you fucking beat to death?" His head shakes rapidly, even more when I reach for a hammer from the tray. "I'm giving you one, one, last chance to tell me where you're located."

"I can't tell you who I work for," he breathes out until I cut him off with a tut, shaking my head slowly as I look down at him through hooded eyes.

"No..that's not what I asked. I know who you work for, I asked for the fucking location," I don't stutter when I speak, I bring the hammer up to my eyesight and spin it round as I look at the old specks of blood on it.

"If I tell you.." he says with ragged breaths, "Will you still kill me?" Pathetic, the look of hope in his eyes brighten when I let out a deep hum—thinking hard.

"No. Now..tell me, where you're located." I grit out, my patience wearing thin. A sigh of relief meets my ears, his body slumps out of tiredness. I remove the ties on just one of his hands, which he flexes with a groan. I pull out a map, shoving it in front of his face, "point."

His finger shakily reaches up and roughly presses a spot on the paper, "there! That's where we're located..I swear." His words sound truthful, a tired smile reaches his lips when I pull the map away from him.

I lean down, so my mouth is beside his ear. "Liar."

His eyes widen and his breaths come out quick paced, shaking his head quickly as he pleads with me but I dismiss his words and continue speaking, "it's funny, how you decide to lie to me—when I'm the one with the upper hand here. I'm the one who has you tied up with a hammer in my hand."

I walk around him, stalking him like a predator with a menacing look on my face. "I-I thought you said!"

"I did, but you lied. You're more stupider than I thought if you actually believed I was going to let you live." I bring the hammer down hard onto his face. He's gone instantly, the placement being the shutoff of the brain. Pity. Blood oozes from his head and I smirk lightly, hearing the door open from behind me. "Get the locations decided."

"Team's already on it," the voice confirms, "you really made a mess of his face. Disgusting." A faux gag sounds from behind me and I have to hold back from rolling my eyes.

I turn around to stare at the person, raised brows, "really Alex?" I place the weapon down, snatching the wet rag from his hands—wiping down my forearms and hands with it, watching as the blood flows into it. "Get his family a real burial, they didn't deserve to die, especially not at the hands of this monster." 

"Is Elias actually sympathising for once?" He coos, a boyish grin on his lips when he steps forward to poke at me. I slap his hand away and push his shoulder. "Alright! Chill dude, no need to get your panties in a twist. I'll sort it."

I hum, "you better." My eyes follow him as he leaves, "such a fucking child," I mutter to myself. Walking out of the room to my office, my thoughts drift back to Maeve. Maeve, Maeve..oh the way she looked the other night. Her nipples hard as stone and being so very visible through her shirt.

She's everything to me. My prey.

I don't care how long it takes but I'll get her. I know I will. My computer loads up the data of the cameras I installed when she was asleep, just outside for now. I watch her car pull up and she gets out, only her, I grin and stand from my seat to get to her. I need to get to her.

MAEVE IS sat at her kitchen counter for once, on her laptop with a glass of wince that she seems to be thoroughly enjoying. Her head perks up and I snap my head to the doorway where there's a guy stood there, a smirk..might I say, unattractive smirk on his lips. 

I let out a puff of smoke from the cherry bud in my mouth, stubbing it out so I'm able to focus on what's happening between them.

She gets up, I follow her body and watch as she opens up the door to him. It doesn't take her long to invite him in and I look away for a split second, the two of them now to giving each others throats—a hookup? You'll regret that baby.

The two of them are stumbling around, looking for anywhere to ground themselves when he rips open her shirt.

I tear my eyes away, the first time I see her body it'll be me tearing the shirt off of her. Not him. I scoff and take my time walking to the front door, where I roughly bang on the door and drop the cigarette bud onto the doormat. I can hear some commotion inside, smirking, I make my way behind the large tree just a few yards away from the door and watch as he walks out.

Barely anything covering him, his chest bare and he's only wearing his underpants which makes me chuckle lightly. That's right, come out looking for me asshole.

His steps are slow, weary, as if he's expecting someone to jump out at him. No..he can find me. When he does, well, he can find out the consequences for messing with my girl.

Wide eyes darting around the dark area, I can see his hands shaking from here which gets an eye roll from me. Come on, come find me. He's shivering, it's October and chilly out, he looks fucking pathetic.

I let out a whistle, standing up from behind a bush, his eyes go wide as he steps forwards toward me. "Who are you? Huh, I said who are you!" He spits, saliva visibly spitting from his lips. I stand right before him, my face stoic but with a hint of slight amusement.

"I'm your worst fucking nightmare."

I DRIVE BACK home in silence, my fingernails tainted red and my fix of the day being highly satisfied. I look in the rear-view mirror where I see Maeves hookup laid on the back seat, no doubt getting blood everywhere from where I gutted the guy out.

I look to my left where there's a tiny box holding his necklace..which is still attached to a piece of his neck.

That'll be a small lesson for her, to let her know the fate of her future hookups; which she won't be having. I'll send it to her tomorrow, I may even deliver it to her myself—watch the way she reacts in horror and phones the police only to find out there's nothing they can do with no evidence I exist.

The disappointment on her face when they leave, the terror when she sees me stood in her garden..though the slight of intrigue and wonder in her eyes as she wants to know who I am. Why I'm doing this. I'll tell you why, I'm a sick fuck. And when I want something, I get it.