"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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I S A I A H
"I'm sorry! Please-"
"Save your breath." I say flatly. "Your words are no use to me."
"P-p-please I- I swear I didn't know she was with you!" The pathetic excuse of a man pleads.
He was a sweaty mess and his clothing was soaked and sticking to him like a second skin from me waterboarding him.
I guess you can say it's my favorite thing to do. Torturing people that way. It's my signature. Hearing them cry and struggle to breathe from the water filling their nose and throat. Them trying to catch that one second of breath when I let go just to try and hold it in for as long as they can when I put the rag back over their faces and dump jugs of jugs and jugs of water on them.
Whoever thought of that, was a genius.
The man spits blood from his broken teeth and I grinned proudly. "Man, I did a number on you, didn't I?" I laughed. "Tell me— Jamie was it?— how did it feel getting to touch someone who didn't belong to you."
"I was drunk man! I didn't know!" He cried, snot dripping down his face and onto his lips. "I swear I didn't know." He sobbed.
My jaw clenched just thinking about the way he had his hands roaming Zariah's body. The way he had his fucking nose in her neck— the same neck I would be licking weeks later. "Now you know." I spat.
"Please let me go. I swear I won't tell a soul just please-"
"Uh uh, didn't I tell you to save your breath?" I tsk.
I caught the bastard earlier today when I saw him walking into a certain gym. I was driving around, looking for someone when I spotted him walking. I recognized that face because I had it photographed in my memories for the list of men I need to kill. I never forget a face that pissed me off. It's been about two weeks since I last saw him but the second I did. my blood ran cold and I was raging like a maniac.
I followed him to his house and when he wasn't looking, I shoved him instead and knocked him unconscious. He came to, tied to a foldable chair, in the middle of his living room.
I'm not dumb, I wore gloves and bags on my shoes so I couldn't be detected when the cops come.
"Are you really going to hurt me over some chick, man? That was a long ass time ago! This shit ain't normal!"
