Page 89 of Cyber Revenge

“Trip…” His voice is barely a whisper now.

“But it wasn’t me, was it?”

I lean closer, my breath hot against his face.

“It was you.”

I don’t give him time to respond.

The knife slides lower. My hand is steady as I drag the blade down–slow, deliberate, until I reach the one thing that matters most to him.

Patrick’s body goes rigid.

“No–no–no,”

I don’t stop. I slice. Deep. Slow. The sound that tears from his throat is pure agony. Music to my fucking ears. I don’t just cut it off nicely. Oh no, that would be a mercy. I drag the blade up and down his floppy member until he’s a ball of snot, tears, and unprecedented pain.

His cock is in my hand. Detached. Bloody. Useless.

“Guess you won’t be using this again,” I mutter, tossing it to the side like the worthless piece of flesh it is.

Patrick’s body convulses, his eyes rolling back as the pain threatens to drag him under.

Not yet. I’m not done.

I pull the syringe from my pocket. The adrenaline is clear. Potent. I stab it into his heart, watching as his body jerks violently, his eyes snapping open as the chemical shock drags him back from the edge.

“Can’t let you die yet,” I chuckle, brushing my fingers through his blood-soaked hair. “Not when I’m having so much fun.”

Patrick’s body is broken, but I’m far from finished. Not until I make him understand.

“Those women…” I growl, dragging my knife across his chest, carving deeper into his skin. “The ones you killed.”

Patrick’s body shakes, his breathing ragged.

“You blamed me.” My blade slices again.

“Youmadeher doubt me.” Another cut. “You lied.”

His blood is everywhere now. The concrete beneath him is slick with it, soaking into the cracks like it’s trying to erase him from existence, accepting the sacrifice I’m offering.

I grab his face, forcing him to look at me.

“She knows now,” I growl, my voice low and filled with venom. “She knows it was you. I’ll fix the fucking damage you did, after she wakes up in the hospital.” His eyes go wide.

“Yeah, you didn’t kill her you dumb fuck, you just pissed me off.” Patrick’s lips tremble, his body barely holding on.

“And you’re never touching her again.” I press the blade to his throat.

“Say goodbye, Patrick.”

I don’t just kill him. I butcher him. The camera is still recording. The live stream has been going for the past fifteen minutes. Under a name only she will recognize. Private, only for her eyes.

A twisted love letter.

A message.

I toss the bloodied knife to the ground, my chest heaving as I stare down at what’s left of him.