Page 7 of Don't Speak

CHAPTER SIX

I wait there for a second, watching Nikki peel out of the parking lot before picking up his limp body and throwing him over my shoulder.

Reaching my truck, I open the back door, throw his body down, and slam it closed.

I made sure this building did not have any cameras on this side, and I went ahead and disabled the ones in the surrounding area.

Just in case she decides to report the attack, I don’t want this to be the last place he was seen, and my truck to be caught on the cameras on this street.

It's time to play, Eric.

Splash. The bucket of water I throw on him does the trick, jolting him awake. We’re in the middle of nowhere in an abandoned warehouse, about forty minutes outside of town. I found this place when I was doing my research and figured it would serve as the perfect location for my activities .

“WHAT THE FUCK, MAN,” he screams, fighting against the restraints I secured him with to the metal chair he sits in. “Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m the man whose woman you put your hands on,” I tell him matter-of-factly. “No one touches what is mine .”

“Who? Nikki? The bitch never mentioned having a boyfriend.” Crack. The sound of his nose giving under the pressure of my fist is music to my ears. By the looks of it, it seems as though Nikki fought back. My little lioness is a fighter. Good. I love it when they fight back.

“FUCK YOU,” he screams, his nose gushing dark crimson liquid. He tries fighting the restraints around his wrists and ankles, but again, it’s no use.

“Watch your mouth,” I growl.

“Please. Please, man. Just let me go. I won’t say anything. I won’t touch her ever again. Just please. Please let me go.” The severity of his situation seems to kick in, and he starts crying. “Someone, help me!” he screams.

“Now those words sound familiar. You didn’t seem to mind when Nikki was screaming them. There’s no use, though. No one can hear you. There’s no one around for miles.”

His crying intensifies, a mixture of tears, blood, and snot running down his face. It’s pathetic, really.

Walking over to my kit, I grab my knife from its sheath and walk back over to him. I had removed his shirt to make this easier for me. Slowly, I drag the blade up along his collarbone, leaving the most beautiful slice. It’s not too deep, but it’s deep enough. I want to make this last.

“You see, Eric. You signed your death warrant when you put your hands on my woman. I can’t just let you walk after that.

” I drag the knife up his stomach, eliciting more screams from him.

“I’m sick of men like you, thinking you can prey on women, thinking you can hurt them for your sexual pleasure.

I heard what you told your friends at the bar.

Filming, huh? You sick son of a bitch. Don’t worry, I’ll eventually come for your friends.

They can join you in the fiery pits of hell.

” Slice. My knife cuts clean through his left nipple, and he doesn’t have time to react before I remove the other one. Slice.

Blood pours from the open wounds, his screams echoing off the metal in the warehouse.

It really is quite the symphony. Placing the knife up against his dick, the screams suddenly go silent.

Yeah, I thought that would do the trick.

“ Should I remove this next?” I ask, digging the knife just a bit deeper into his pants.

He vigorously shakes his head no. “You’re lucky I have somewhere to be; otherwise, I’d chop it off and make you swallow it.

” Yanking my arm back, I lunge it forward, plunging the knife straight into his heart.

His eyes widen, life slowly draining from them.

After a few minutes, he goes limp. I wait a bit longer before pulling the knife from his chest.

This warehouse used to be a corn processing plant.

It hasn’t been used for several decades, but the grain bins are still accessible.

Undoing his restraints, I wrap him up in plastic wrap, toss him back over my shoulder, and trek to the bin just outside the warehouse in the back.

Opening the door, I toss him in. With the heat like it has been, it should heat up the bin, causing him to decompose a lot faster than normal.

He’ll be bones by the time anyone finds him.

Packing up my supplies, I toss them back in the car and head back into town. I have an interview to make it to in a few hours.