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DEATH OF SAW IGEN

Saw

Two years ago…

She takes my hand, smiling, not a tear in sight ready to go over with me. For some reason, it’s hard to press my foot on the gas.

“I’m ready,” she bites he lip excited and my heart thumps in my chest, tightening with regret. All I have to do is press the gas and she and I will go flying over this cliff. We’ll die together… it’s what I want. I’ll take my property with me so no one will ever touch what’s mine or take it… just press the gas…

My heart thumps in my chest, and her unyielding gaze lands on me, uncaring of what’s in front of her. All she cares about is what I tell her… just as I wanted… but why the fuck does my heart ache?

I’m not some sentimental son of a bitch who should give a fuck about his property… still, my hands tremble at the wheel. I know I can survive… but her…

The thought of never being able to see those tears grips at me. Her beautiful face contorted in pleasure while I fuck her… her pussy tinged red, dripping my cum… I hate it…

“Inmate 0976371, we have you surrounded. Release the woman and come out with your hands on top of your head.” I’m not scared of shit… I’m not scared of dying, bullets, blades, or bats. If it’s my time to go, then it’s my fucking time to go, but my vision swims and bile rises in my throat when I hear guns cocked outside the car. For some fucking reason, I feel fearful of seeing her tiny body perforated with bullets.

I hyperventilate and before I can think, I reach over simultaneously unbuckling her seatbelt while unlocking the door. I open it, shoving her out as I drive off the ledge. I look back and the pure look of anguish on her face is the last thing I see before I go over, crashing into the water.

Two Days after the cliff…

“Master Igen! Master Igen! Can you hear me?! Thank God you never removed the implants my parents imbedded in you as a kid! We would have never found you. I would have never been able to face them in the afterlife if you died like this…” I wheeze, barely able to open my eyes, light blinding me as water crashes against my body. “Fuck! For fuck’s sake, bring the car around,” I hear my family’s head maid Heather call out. I haven’t seen her since the day I broke out of prison and she begged me to reconsider, trying to overturn my sentence. “HIS HEART RATE I?—”

“B-Bir-Birdie,” I wheeze, heart thumping thinking about her as I fade in and out of consciousness.

“Th… if you’re referring to the woman, she’s fine, Master Igen. She’s been taken to the hospital. She passed out due to shock, but the guards say she’s sustained no damage,” she tells me, and I gulp for air, lungs feeling as if they’re hanging on by a thread.

“Pl- pliers...” I wheeze, and without question, she snaps her fingers, and they hand them to her. She gives them to me and with the little strength I have, I yank out the two back teeth and drop them in her hand. “F-find car… burn b-bo—” I rasp. “Body… kill Shaw… erase Igen. Take c-care o-of Birdie…”

“As you wish, Master. It shall be done.”

A week after the cliff…

“I will n…t gi…e up o…. him! Mas…er Igen has a … on the way! I will see the last of his fl….sh and bl…. damn! He…. to live!

“You don’t un…. stand if something go…. w…. g he will at bes… become a p…. legic?—”

“I’ll see to it that M…..r I…. n destroyed your en… f…m…ly if you dare! Fix him!”

I hear in my daze.

Birdie…

“M-Master Igen! You’re awake! We’re going to fix you!” I hear multiple monitors beeping uncontrollably, probably trying to keep me alive.

“B…die… b…die…”

“She’s safe.” Hearing that, I calm down and cut my eyes over to Heather, entire body throbbing in pain.

“W..t wr…g?”

“Your body sir… both lungs… your legs, your arms… everything needs work… but you’ll need extensi…” I turn away, uncaring. Nothing matters. I just need to get back to what I left… my property. My Birdie will die in that cage without her Owner… she needs me.

“Fi… me.” I close my eyes, thinking of her. I can barely speak with this fucking tube down my throat, but Heather gets it.

“As you wish Master… we will fix you for her.”

One year later…

My eyes crack open and the first thing I notice is the darkness…

“I’ve turned off the lights, Sir… you have been in an induced coma for a ye?—”

“Bir…die…”

“I have created a detailed report on the Mistress while you were under. However, first, I want to say congratulation on your son sir,” she voices and a TV with dull light comes down from the ceiling as a beautiful Birdie and a tan boy with coils like hers and brown eyes like mine smile at me.

My heart monitor goes off… not at the picture. It’s heartwarming enough for anyone, but that look in my caged Birdie’s eyes… even though she’s smiling, I see her dying, barely hold on…

“E…nough…. Re…ha…bili…. ion now…” I sound pitiful. I undoubtedly look even worse… I need to get to her…

“Yes sir. We have made preparations for that as well as sorted out the death of Shaw Igen and laid him to rest next to his parents. You are now Lux Burke… an oil tycoon whose origins run so deep, even the government can’t touch you now. You are now a free man, sir. Inmate 0976371 no longer exists.

Good… now I just need to get to my Birdie and my baby… then… I’ll make good on my promise to give her everything she wanted. My little masochist… my cum slut… my Birdie… I need her.

One Year Later…

“One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three… one thousand four, that’s what the fuck I’m talking about! One more… one thousand five!” my personal trainer Genevieve claps and I jump up, sweating as her girl Lovely comes running over, holding out a towel.

“Good job Mr. Burke,” she smiles and nod.

“You did do a good job. Hell, you look a million times better than the poor bastard who was stuck in a wheelchair after having a shit ton of his bones broken for being stupid and driving off a cliff,” Genevieve chuckles and I roll my eyes, wiping the sweat off me, rolling my shoulders, but she’s not wrong…

“It’s not like I had a fucking choice.”

“Mr. Burke, you have always had a choice. Trust us. We had not only been working on freeing you, but we have a list of those involved in your parents’ deaths… and Sa—” I hold my hand up she grows quiet.

“My apologies, sir, but at least consider meeting with the Fergus family. I was just tasked with caring for the new mistress, and I’m sure Daxton will do me a favor,” she states and I nod, considering her words.

I was pitiable as fuck after waking up. I couldn’t walk, talk, or even feed myself. I was nothing… shit, I felt like nothing being back in this shit hole of a place I thought I’d forgotten, but I guess no matter how long a son of a bitch stays in prison, you never forget where you come from.

I glance around the mansion which is more like the castle fit for mother fuckers who eat with golden spoons for fun, making me curl my lip. Old money… I come from money so old people can’t track its origins.

My parents have pictures and shit like in the movies where there’s a whole room for an ancestor. I thought I forgot, but the money Heather started talking I began remembering sitting on my mama’s lap, hearing stores and shit about the past and how my dad would come home and play piggy back and shit…

I snort at the life I barely remember, wondering what the fuck those ghosts would say to the son of bitch they got as a son today. I had private tutors and socks that reached my knee, born to rule the world with an iron fucking fist, but instead I wound up in prison because I had family members jealous that my dad inherited the family instead of the other one they wanted.

If I still gave a fuck I would have shed a tear, but I don’t… I respect them for what they did, but I can’t mourn people I barely remember… that said…

“Master Burke…” Heather walks in, speaking in clipped tone.

“What?”

“Th-there is news on Mistress Birdie, sir.” Hearing Birdie’s name, I pause as she continues. “Uhm… I… I don’t know how t-to say this s-sir, but a-apparently the Mistress h-has a uhm… a dat?—”

“A what?” I tune her out, cocking my head to the side, knowing I heard wrong as Lovely runs over to her Owner and I turn to face Heather.

“I… well th-the thing is that?—”

“Repeat that one more mother fucking time, Heather… ”

“My apologies Mr. Burke … I will go dispose of him like the others…”

“No, I got it.” I walk over to the shower in the room, and Lovely covers her eyes, but peeks behind them while I shower.

It’s been a while since I saw Birdie in person. I’ve only seen her while she slept in the middle of the night. I started sneaking in when I was fully able to move on my own, prepared to take her, but when I saw our son… I couldn’t…

I was too fucking weak. My body was still broken, and honestly I wouldn’t be able to put a fucked up bitch like Birdie in her place. My muscles were still fatigued, and my body was damn near skin and bones. Birdie was used to a mother fucker bigger than her. She wants to be choked, restrained, and her pussy battered. I could barely beat my own dick, let alone her.

So, I settled with getting to know my son. It was torture not fucking her, snatching her up, and having my way with her, but in due time… and it seems the time is today.

“Master Burke, will you still not tell the Mistress it’s you?”

“Why should I?” I step out, drying off, and she hesitates.

“What if she kills me for being with you?”

“Then die happily,” I respond, bored.

“As you wish, Master, but what if she hurts you?” Heather frowns, unconcerned about herself, but more so about me. Although that’s no surprise. Her family has been with mine for centuries. Not one generation hasn’t served the Igen bloodline. They take pride in their duty. It’s admirable, but I also don’t give a fuck.

“If my bitch can’t recognize her Owner because of a change in attitude, then I either didn’t train her right, or she was never mine in the first place,” I grunt. “And Birdie… Birdie has always been mine… she’ll know.

“But wha?—”

“She. Will. Know,” I cut her off, and she bows.

“Yes sir.” I walk off, going to get dressed, picking up what I dropped off two years ago. I look forward to our reunion, Birdie.