Page 9 of Scarred Sins

Swiftly, I press the knife against his neck, using my free hand to cover his mouth. The natural reaction is to either scream for help or beg me to spare his life, yet he freezes in place. It works out for me perfectly.

“Make a noise and you’re dead,’’ I threaten, a venomous tone coating my tongue.

Lightly, he nods his head, and I remove my hand from his mouth and shove him into the alley on the right.

I press a finger to my lips, signaling for him to keep quiet. He would probably scream right about now, but once he sees the long and sharp knife in my gloved hand, he nods wordlessly, without making a fuss.

The moment the bus takes off, I’m ready.

A wide grin spreads on my face when Simon falls flat on his ass, trying to crawl backward. His back hits the wall behind him, and his eyes widen in realization – he is fucked, and there’s no escape. He’s completely at my mercy.

I’m not a merciful man.

“Please,’’ his pathetic voice is barely audible. “I have money! Just don’t hurt me.’’

I cock my head to the side, inching closer to him and crouching down, placing the sharp tip of the blade on his cheek. He flinches, closing his eyes. The motherfucker whimpers like the pathetic dog that he is.

“And pray tell, what were you going to do to her?”

He’s stumbling over his words, stuttering as his eyes peel open, meeting the evil that is no longer hidden in mine.

Realization seems to dawn on him. He starts sweating profusely, trying to find a way out of this situation. The only way out for him is death, and I’m patiently waiting for him to realize it.

“Ask for her number, I promise!”

I hum. “You’re a terrible liar.’’

“I’m not lying,’’ he tried to defend.

A sigh leaves my lips. “If I remember correctly, which I do, you already asked for her number, and she said no. Do you not understand the meaning of the word or?”

“I swear, man,’’ he gulps. “I didn’t know she was taken!”

My brows narrow.

He definitely knew that she was taken, given that she showed him the faux engagement ring. Yet, he still thought it would be a good idea to follow her home.

“See, Simon,’’ I sigh and notice the shock on his face when I address him by his name. “I hate a lot of things, and right below predators and rapists are liars. Somehow, you seem to fit in all three categories. Tell me, what should your punishment be?”

“Please,’’ he pleads desperately. “I won’t even look at her again.’’

“Sure you won’t. You won’t have any functioning eyes once I’m one with you.’’

That’s how the fun begins.

I end up gouging out both of his eyes, not before killing him. Torturing him is off the table just because there are residential buildings nearby, and I can’t risk anyone seeing this or hearing the commotion.

Instead, I slash his throat, and whilst the pig drowns in the pool of his own blood, making gurgling noises, I gut him. It’s messy, dirty, and it reeks, yet it feels so liberating.

Ensuring Blair’s safety is my number one priority, and now it’s one less pig that she needs to fear.

I’m not going to stop until I pave the path for her perfect revenge. All the scumbags that dared to hurt her would meet their deaths at the hands of my butterfly.

All that’s left to do is awaken the greed inside of her.

THREE

The time has come for me to tackle this problem.