Page 112 of Merciless Obsession

“Have at it.” I stepped back.

A sadistic smile curled on Lucas’s face. “Brad, did you know the adult male body holds roughly four and a half to five and a half liters of blood?” He dug into his pocket and pulled out a scalpel. “They can lose roughly forty percent before their body starts to shut down and they’re in the danger zone.”

Brad eyed Lucas cautiously. He tried to move, but the leash barely gave any range.

Kneeling, Lucas pressed the scalpel against Brad’s cheek and sliced down. He cried out.

For the next thirty minutes we stood there watching Lucas do his thing. I was the off one, but times like this made me think I wasn’t the only one. Lucas was fascinated with anything that had to do with the human body, even if it meant causing harm in different ways.

By the time he was done, Brad’s face was blotchy, tear and snot stained. Blood and tears covered the white shirt he wore.His breaths were staggered and a weird wheezing sound was coming from him.

“How you feel right now? That’s how your daughter felt every day she was with the men you sold her to.”

His head sagged forward, he moaned out in pain.

“I’m sorry,” he gurgled.

“Your sorry doesn’t fix the trauma you caused your daughter,” I said.

Lucas walked back over to him and this time he held a needle. He grabbed Brad’s arm and tied a blue band around it.

“What?” he struggled out.

“Since you love getting high so much, consider this a parting gift from us.”

Lucas located a vein and pushed the needle inside. Brad’s eyes dilated. The gurgling sound increased. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his breathing shallowed. Lucas stood and we watched as he began to seize and foam at the mouth.

It didn’t take long before his body went limp and the life drained from it.

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A smirk found its way onto my face as I looked through the telescope, a new addition for me to properly see my toy from my townhouse. Ziora picked up her phone and read the text I just sent her. Instead of going home from the farmhouse, I came to the townhouse and patiently waited until Ziora called it a night and made her way to the bedroom.

One corner of my mouth lifted higher when she peeked at the window then back at her phone. I had sent her a picture of herself I had just taken. Ziora’s eyes stayed locked on the phone a little longer before she set it down. I wondered what she wasabout to do. Maybe she was still upset about not being invited to the meeting and didn’t want to playourgametonight.

Heavily, I pushed a puff of air from my nose when she began undressing. She didn’t know where I was, but her eyes were locked on her bedroom window. Ziora started with the sweater she had on, aimlessly tossing it to the side. Her breasts sat high in the wine-colored, low-cut bra she wore. It was lacy and showed her areolas, about the size of a half dollar coin and a few shades darker than her high yellow skin. Next she wiggled out of her leggings. The thin material that hardly contained her lower lips matched her bra. On her face were glasses, which I knew she wore to read and helped ease tension in her head when she was staring at her computer for too long. She removed them and turned around, my teeth sank into my bottom lip seeing her ass cheeks on display and the dental floss thin material between them.

“Did you dress like that for me, Bumblebee?” I muttered, unzipping my slacks and gripping myself. One thing I always appreciated about Ziora was her desire to wear sexy undergarments, even when she was at home. Ziora picked her phone up and began tapping the screen. A few seconds later my phone vibrated next to me.

Taking my eyes from the telescope, I picked it up and read the screen.

Bumblebee

Have you been a good boy today, Ezra?

The message was simple but made my skin buzz with excitement.

Me

I’m always a good boy, Bumblebee.

I looked back through the scope. A small grin ticked on her face as she responded.

You didn’t tell me about the meeting tonight. That’s not being a good boy. Why shouldn’t I close my blinds right now?

Because you enjoy me watching you, just as much as I enjoy watching.

Ziora read the screen and lifted her eyes to the window. Her tongue swiped over her lips.