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KAI

I’ve been waiting in my car since Archer dropped her at Jolie’s an hour ago.

I don’t know what they did in our shop, but it took them more than an hour. Since then, Arch left in a hurry, most likely because of the phone call he received tonight.

Finally deciding I have waited long enough, I open the car door and step out, feeling the cool breeze against my face as I walk towards the entrance of the pub.

The pub is crowded, with people shoulder to shoulder, as expected for a Saturday night in London.

Trying to make my way through the crowd, I take a quick look around, hoping to spot her, but she’s nowhere to be found.

Where are you, little Poison?

“Hey there.”

I come face to face with a woman whose face is caked in makeup, enough to last her an entire week. Her choice of clothing is equally attention-grabbing, with a top that exposes a substantial portion of her chest.

“Hey.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” I feel her long red nails trailing across my torso as she grins, baring her teeth, probably convinced that her actions will sway me.

I grab her hand, causing her to jump in surprise.

Nobody puts their hands on me.

“Not tonight. I’m looking for someone.”

“Oh. Maybe I know her. I’ve been coming here for years. Most people are regular customers.”

Maybe she does, so I hear myself say. “Probably 5’5”, purple hair, grunge style.”

“Oh, Iris. I’m afraid you missed your shot.” She plays with the end of her hair. “She left not long ago with a man. I bet they went to one of the rooms.”

“This pub has rooms?” That’s strange.

“Not inside the pub, silly. The pub has another establishment, a motel, just behind this one. Actually, you can have direct access through this door.” She points behind her.

A grin spread across my face. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”

She keeps talking, but my feet are already moving in the direction she showed.

What are you up to, Iris Harrington?

Before I can exit, I have to traverse a dark corridor that leads me to a metallic door.

Opening it, the crisp air rushes to my face as I survey my surroundings.

Okay, the motel is small, with ten rooms at most. It shouldn’t be too hard to find her.

With nobody in sight, I quickly secure my mask over my face and pull up my hood.

Let’s play, Poison.

I walk around, carefully inspecting each and every one of the rooms. Most of them are empty, but a faint glow from the room at the end of the hallway catches my attention.

Quietly, I approach the room, my footsteps barely making a sound, while the moon casts the only source of light outside.

The curtains are drawn shut, obscuring the view, but her croaked voice pierces through the room.

“C’mon Robert. You’re no fun.”

She doesn’t seem to be in the main room.

I open the door silently, making sure to close it quietly behind me.

The bathroom door is cracked open, giving me a brief glimpse of her inside.

There’s a man all tied up in a bath, blood dripping from his head and cuts all over his face.

She looks like a fucking maniac, waving a bat with fucking spikes and covered in blood.

I knew it! I fucking knew it!

Before I can react, she swiftly raises the bat and violently drives it into the man’s head, causing fragments of his skull to scatter in every direction.

“Did you enjoy the show?” Slowly, she turns her head and tilts it to the side, her eyes glancing at me.

Fucking psycho.

I say nothing, mimicking her movement by tilting my head.

Her lips curl into a devious smile as she grabs her bat from the skull with a strong grip.

“I know it’s you, Viper . But if you want to play it mysterious, so be it.”

She launches herself at me, but I quickly intercept her with my body, feeling the impact of her foot on my balls.

Fucking bitch.

I groan and use my strength to slam her against the mirror, which bursts into pieces upon impact, leaving her head bleeding.

“That wasn’t very nice, was it?” she spits out.

With a near-growl, she charges towards me, dropping to the floor and sliding between my legs before I can even attempt to stop her.

Her high-pitched laugh echoes through the room as I turn to face her.

“I thought I made myself perfectly clear when I said that games were a major turn-on for me. Especially with this mask of yours.”

“If you want a dick destroying your pussy, you’re going to have one, but not the pleasant kind that you think.”

“Do I look like the type of girl that likes ‘pleasant’?”

She tries to escape to the opposite end of the room, but I intercept her path, causing a chaotic tumble that lands us both on the floor. Her hand darts out, seizing the vase from the small table, and in one violent motion, she smashes it against my head.

“Bitch. You’re going to regret that!”

She uses the strength of both her feet to shove me, causing me to stumble backwards.

Fuck, she’s strong. But not stronger than me.

“Do you want to play? Then let’s play.”

The sound of crashing objects fills the air as she persistently throws things at me, leaving the floor covered in fragments of shattered glass.

As the bat hurtles towards me, I instinctively sidestep, but my movements are not quick enough to prevent some spikes from piercing through my stomach. The searing pain forces me to hunch over in agony.

My hand instinctively moves to my side, and all I feel is the slickness of blood.

“FUCK!”

“Red is such a flattering colour on you; it brings out your natural beauty,” she chuckles.

She’s fucking deranged.

I forcefully grab a handful of her hair, causing her to let out a piercing scream as her head forcefully collides with the wall. As I repeat the process, her elbow unexpectedly jabs into my ribs, causing me to momentarily loosen my grip, but I swiftly regain control and tighten it once more.

“You’re going to regret that, slut.”

With my hand constricting her windpipe, I ruthlessly fling her body to the floor, the metallic scent of blood filling the air as her head throbs and her fingers scrap against the jagged fragments beneath her.

Sensing her attempt to retreat, I crouch down and deliver a powerful blow to her face.

I watch with pleasure as she coughs up blood, her head jerking back and forth from the force of the hit.

“Tsk, tsk. Where do you think you’re going, Poison?”

I tightly grasp her hair, feeling the power of my grip as I vigorously pull her up. I can sense her resistance as she desperately tries to break free, her hand desperately clutching mine.

“Now, now. I think the colour red compliments you more.” I chuckle.

“Fuck. You,” she sneers, spitting over my mask, causing me to raise an eyebrow.

I lift my mask slightly, the plastic brushing against the top of my head, and meet her gaze with my piercing green eyes.

I exert force to pry her mouth open with my hand, then forcefully spit into her throat, causing her to spit it out right away.

“What the fuck?”

“What? I thought we were starting a spitting contest.”

I yank her body, making her stumble and land on the carpeted floor of the room with a thud.

The sound of her nails grazing against the door fills the room as I tightly grip her leg, dragging her across the floor, the broken glass beneath her crackling.

I watch as she struggles to stand, her body trembling with weakness before she stumbles backwards.

Her legs are covered in scratches from the glass, and her fishnet tights are nearly nonexistent, completely torn apart by it.

“Fuck you,” she spits out.

With a devious grin, I securely grip her hair and guide her back to the bathroom, where the lifeless body remains sprawled in a gruesome pool of blood.

“What are you doing?”

Ignoring her, I feel a surge of anger coursing through my veins as I fling her onto the harsh, icy floor where the shards of broken glass are scattered.

I unfasten my belt from my jeans and bind her hands to the pipes, though not without some resistance from her.

I made sure the belt was loose enough so that I could easily turn her if I wanted to.

“I’m going to fuck you alright.”

“What? Kale,” she warns, her hands fumbling with the belt, trying to untie it.

“You heard me.” I get closer to the sink and snatch the tape she probably took. Leaning my head towards hers, I spit, the saliva landing on her face, especially her lips, right before I tape her mouth. “That’s what happens when you refuse to take what I’m giving you.” I inhale deeply. “Now, you’re going to take my cock like the slut I know you are without a sound.”

Unzipping my jeans, I pull out my cock and start to stroke it. Her gaze never leaves me as I approach, her eyes fixating on the piercings on my dick.

I could tell her not to worry, that it will feel good, but it’s not her pleasure that I’m seeking.

Leaning in, I rip apart her tights, followed by her underwear, the sound of fabric tearing echoing through the bathroom.

“I hope you’re dry for me.”

She resists as I pivot her, the broken glass digging further into her knees, intensifying her protests.

“Look at the mess you made.”

I force her to look at the lifeless body, her elbow pressed against the cold edge of the bath.

My hand strenuously lands on her ass, causing her to jolt forward and let out a muffled scream beneath the tape.

Fuck. Such a shame she’ll die after this.

I thrust without warning, my hand wrapping around her vocal cord as I whisper in her ear. “At least you get fucked before your body becomes cold.”

I increase the pressure on my fingers, causing her to gasp and her breath to hitch in her throat.

“Cry for me.” I continue to thrust deeper and faster as I feel her tears drip over my hand. I reach for my knife, its cold steel grazing her back, before applying pressure and observing crimson droplets trickling from the wound.

Fucking beautiful.

I slide into her with desperate urgency, her cries muted yet piercing in the empty room.

My hand still clutching the blade, I lean forward, allowing it to graze her neck as I get closer.

Her shiver runs through her as the cold metal touches her throat.

“I could end your life right now. Like you did with him.”

The blade smoothly slides across her throat, painting a vivid red streak in its path while she stays completely still.

As I pull out from her warm pussy, she tilts her head in my direction, watching intently as I lick her blood from the blade.

“Hmm. I’m sure you’ll be a delicious meal for the worms.”

I thrust back into her, this time entering her tight hole, causing her to let out a piercing scream.

As I hold her throat, I make sure she can’t look away from the still-warm body, forcing her to confront the gruesome scene.

“It’s such a shame to think that you’ll meet the same fate as him. I understand now why Arch is obsessed with your pussy. Fucking warm and wet.”

The intense sensations make my buttocks clench with each powerful thrust, bringing me closer to the edge of release.

With each motion, her body sways back and forth, her hand immersed in the pool of blood from the bath as I keep lodging my cock further inside her.

“Fucking hell,” I growl. “Whores always make me come hard.”

I stroke myself a few times, feeling the intensity building until a primal sound escapes my lips, and I release onto her back.

I observe as my cum trickles between the curves of her ass, and I cannot resist the urge to wipe it with my finger and put it back into her.

Fuck, I’m spent.

Taking a moment to catch my breath, I rise to my feet and hastily adjust my jeans before making my way into the bedroom to grab a bedsheet.

Even though I’d be happy to end her life right now, I believe it would be more beneficial for her to spend some time in our basement. And for that, she cannot leave this place exposed and stained with blood.

“Let’s go, slut.” I release her wrist from the pipe, making sure to secure them in front of her where they are visible. I can’t resist running my finger along her neck, removing the blood, and tasting it on my tongue. “Sweet.” With a smirk on my face, I put my mask back on before informing her.

“I’m not done with you.” I wrap the bed sheet around her, wiping off some smudged mascara under her eyes. “Sleep tight.” Her eyes widen in confusion, unable to comprehend my words, as my thumb exerts pressure on her neck, causing her to lose consciousness.

If anything, I’m not crazy. I won’t take any risk with her.

I cradle her in my arms, careful to mimic the sway of someone carrying a sleeping baby, as I discreetly glance through the window to ensure the coast is clear before making my exit.

I quickly reach my car and open the boot, hastily tossing her inside before slamming it shut.

She’s pretty when she sleeps.

Shit. The bedroom.

It’s fine. Just leave.

I… I… Fuck it.

Making sure the car is closed, I head back to the bedroom and am immediately greeted by the chaos that surrounds me.

Shit.

I check beneath the bathroom sink and immediately find what I’m looking for—the bleach and cleaning products. I roll up my sleeves and get to work, determined to clean everything up.

I meticulously clean up the shattered glass, soiled bedding, and stains of blood, trying to erase any evidence of what happened.

There’s not much I can do about the body in the bath, but I could call Theo to clean it up. The boys are probably tired of dealing with my fucking disease.

Because it is a fucking disease to me.

Once I’m sure everything is back in its original place and the room is spotless, I make my way back to the car and start the engine.

In under fifteen minutes, I arrive back home, only to find that Elijah’s car and Arch’s are nowhere to be seen.

Good.

With my mask tossed on the passenger seat, I exit the car and open the boot.

She’s still sleeping. Or faking it. Either way, it won’t change the outcome. If she tries to escape, the dense darkness of the wood will quickly swallow her.

Carelessly, I sling her over my shoulder, her weight pressing against my muscles, as I nonchalantly enter the house. The stairs leading to the basement loom ahead, their wooden steps creaking under my weight as I descend.

This part of the house is well guarded, with a strong metallic door and a secure code system for access.

Once you’re inside, the only way out is with a code.

As I push the heavy door open, my eyes are immediately drawn to the chains hanging on the wall, the dirty mattress on the floor, and the solitary chair placed in the centre of the room.

We like to have our guests… comfortable.

We don’t keep our tools here; it would be careless of us.

I drop Iris’s unconscious body on the bed, removing the belt from her wrist and replacing it with chains secured against the wall.

She’s not going anywhere.

“Rise and shine.” I give her a slap on the face. “You’re missing out on the show.”

Her eyes flutter open as she takes in the room around her. She opens her mouth to speak, but the sound is instantly swallowed by the tape on her mouth.

“Sorry about that.”

I yank off the tape abruptly, causing a sharp wince to escape from my lips.

“Wh-” She struggles to speak. “Where the fuck did you take me? Actually, no, why didn’t you kill me?” She raises her brow.

Sassy even after everything? Yeah, she’s a fucking psychopath.

“I told you I wasn’t done with you. But for now, it’s getting late, so please, make yourself comfortable.”

She refrains from pulling at the chains, likely saving her energy for a future escape attempt once I’m no longer present.

I stand up and make my way towards the door when her voice stops me.

“Sleep well, Kale.” A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. “Cannot wait to wake up to the sight of your beautiful, beaming face.”

I shake my head. She’s so full of shit.

“Oh, and Kale… The fuck was nice, but Angel was better.”

Fucking bitch.

“It was nice?”

“Oh, did I bruise your ego? I’m sorry. Maybe you can ask Mommy and Daddy to cover your boo-boo.”

That makes me abruptly change direction and lunge towards her, my grip on her jaw tightening with all my strength.

“Do not talk about what you don’t understand.”

“Oopsy. Sensitive subject, I see,” she smirks.

This girl is going to drive me crazy.

“Poison, do not test my limits,” I groan.

“Boring,” she sighs before trying to take a better position on the bed. “Do you have any blankets or something?”

Fucking hell.

That’s not how someone being abducted is supposed to react.

“Psycho,” I mutter under my breath as I release her jaw and stand up.

“Thank you. I’m trying my best, you know. It’s not easy every day.”

“Fuck off.”

I open the door, but once again, she has to open her mouth.

“Good night, hun.”

Her chuckle continues to echo in my ears even after I’ve closed the door behind me.

I’m not sure it was a fucking good idea to bring her here.