Page 63 of Sadistic Retribution

“What the fuck? You stabbed me!”

“And I’m not done yet.” I stab her in the chest, burying the longer dagger to the hilt. I turn it savagely, yanking it back out. She tries to suck in air unsuccessfully. I must have punctured a lung. Her eyes wide and desperate, she falls to the floor.

I crouch down next to her, holding her head still. I want to watch the life fade from her eyes. I tilt my head as she gapes likea fish out of water. Her body spasms, and she falls still. Her eyes glaze over, then go blank.

Satisfied, I stand back up, wiping my blade clean on her clothes. People start backing up as I move onward. The crowd parts like I’m a damn queen. I laugh, surprised when I’m grabbed behind from the waist and hoisted into the air. I'm thrown over a male shoulder. A very familiar one.

“Pazessca, I have to get you out of here,” Synn explains, moving fast. I start laughing again. He just saved me a lot of trouble.

He walks into his apartment, not setting me down until we’re in his room. He leaves the door open.

“Is anyone else here?” I ask.

“No, it’s just us,” he says, eyes shining, trying to look through my soul. The joke’s on him—I have no soul anymore.

“Can you get me something to drink?” After seeing the open bottle of water on his desk, I get a good idea. The masks gave me some handy little pills when I left.

Synn nods, going to get me something. I dart forward, unscrewing the cap on the bottle. I reach inside my pocket quickly, shaking out a few pills. These should knock him the fuck out. I was told to be careful—not to give any of them more than three tablets.

He comes back in with another water, and I take it with a nod. He reaches for his bottle, taking a long pull. “What is it going to take to get you back, Pazessca? Please tell me.”

I open my bottle, taking a drink. I shrug. “Nothing. The girl you thought you knew is long gone.”

He huffs, drinking half the bottle in one go. Awesome.

“I’m not going to stop trying. None of us are.”

“Good luck with that.”

“Look, I’m so sorry for what we did. There aren’t words to express how horrible I feel. I can’t give you back what we took, but I can try to atone.”

A hollow laugh escapes my lips. “Sorry won’t cut it, fucker.”

He leans forward, hauling me to him by my collar. He slams his lips into mine, moaning at the contact. I do nothing. I just hold still.

Synn lets out a frustrated groan. He pries my lips open with his tongue, sliding his inside. I pull back, slapping him in the face.

“Never touch me again,” I snarl.

His face twists in confusion and pain, and I preen at the look. He takes another drink, draining the bottle. I smile inwardly, knowing he’ll be out soon.

He goes to speak, then frowns. His hand goes to his head, and he shakes it.

“What’s wrong, Synn?” I question.

He drops the empty bottle, swaying in place. “Did you drug...?” Then falls over sideways on his bed.

Perfect. It's playtime.

I sit beside him, struggling to get his pants down. I manage to pull them to his ankles. I pry off his shoes and socks, then pull them the rest of the way off. I push him onto his stomach, prying his legs open.

I tilt my head, thinking. An idea comes, and I grab a pillow. I shove it under his hips, raising his ass up into the air. I look around, grabbing a discarded shirt from his floor. I yank his arms behind him, tying them as tightly as I can. This should do.

I pull my treasure from my pocket with a malicious grin. The long, thick cucumber I pilfered from the kitchen is perfect for the job. I pry open his cheeks, frowning a bit. How am I supposed to get this in there?

I decide to be a little nice, and spit all over the cucumber, then spit on his ass, watching it run down to the sheets. I put the end against his tight hole, watching for any signs of awareness. Seeing none, I shove—hard.

This is fucking satisfying!