His Revenge

Chapter 7

"Let's meet up at 10pm," I suggested as I rose from my desk while putting away all the files and folders scattered everywhere. We part ways. I followed their lead and go to my room to change

I whistled as I make my way down the hall. I was thinking about buying my own house. I was tired of living in the warehouse. I wanted my own place away from work. I think I'll look into that when I get some free time.I reached my room and unlock the door, I stroll in and see Bryce sitting on my bed reading a book.

I brought her in a few days ago, since I couldn't keep her in the basement to die. That's only reason I bring her up in my room, for food and to use the restroom etc. There would be no fun in torturing a dead body.

She glanced up at me briefly, before returning to her book. "Why are you here? Go somewhere," She mumbled with a roll of her eyes.

I go over to my closet, pulling out a plain T-shirt and a black bomber jacket. "Because I own this building, and I will soon. I won't be here long." I responded as I glanced over my shoulder. I pulled out a pair socks and jeans from my drawer.

"Oh really? Where you going?" She asked curiously with a faint smile.

I raised an eyebrow. "Someone is happy I'll be gone huh?" I mused as I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it in my stack of dirty clothes that was in my closet. I really need to wash my clothes. I'll probably have my maid clean them for me.

I peered over at Bryce. She's already staring at me with a look of distain. I winked at her.

"Duh of course, who wouldn't? I want to be as far away from you as I can be."

I turned around to face her once again, I gazed at her with a slight smirk. "Aw well that's too bad. You won't be going anywhere. Ever,"

Her face dropped, but she quickly snapped back with an attitude. "That's what you think, I won't allow you to hold me hostage forever." She declared seriously.

I snickered at that statement, Is that what she truly thinks? She's truly mistaken.. I thought to myself. I walked over to her. She stood up to face me head on. Her face was completely a blank mask, but I knew she was terrified underneath. Who wouldn't be?

I stopped in front of her until we were separated by mere inches. I observed her with a tilt of my head then I reached down to push a stray blonde hair behind her ear. She's really beautiful. It's a shame that it would all go to waste soon.

Her breath hitched slightly at our close proximity. I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. "The only way you would be able to escape from me is if I kill you." I murmured as I snaked my arm around her waist, pressing her body to mine.

The thin wife beater she wore did nothing to protect her body from me. I rested my other hand on her lower back, tracing designs on her clothed clad back. She bit her lip while looking up at me under her long lashes.

I'm not going to deny it. I enjoy the feeling of her being close to me. I can hardly keep my hands to myself. I internally groan when I felt myself become hard. There was nothing I could do about that right now or could I?

"Do you want to die?" I asked quietly as I pressed a soft kiss on her shoulder. She stiffened in response.

"No I don't." She forced out as she placed her hands on my shoulder to shove me off. I didn't move one bit.

"Exactly," I buried my face in her neck to suck on the soft skin. My hands roamed her petite figure. Her hands pushed on my bare stomach most likely trying to get me off her. But my head was somewhere else. Actually, my head wanted to be in between her legs. Shit, I need to calm the fuck down. What is she doing to me?

"Stop fighting me. There no point in doing so." I stated coldly while staring into her eyes. Eventually, she stopped all her movement. It seemed like everyday she's giving up more easily than she used to do. Hopefully, this one sticks because we don't need a recap of what happened last time. Actually, I wouldn't mind it. It had been awhile since I physically hit her.

Next thing I know, she laid her head on my shoulder, her tears began to wet my skin. "Why me? Just let me go..." She wept.

I took a step back slightly surprised, but it disappears instantly once my eyes lock with hers. She looks up at me her green eyes crystallized with tears. I cupped her face with false sympathy I spoke. "Now baby you know I can't do that.."

She shook her head. "Yes you can! You just don't want to! What did I ever do to you?" She asked me in a small voice.

"You're looking too deep in this," I expressed after a moment of silence. "You're an object to me, something I own."

Her face darkened with anger. "I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone in my life. You're evil." She hissed with so much hatred it actually made me slightly mad. I don't know why I'm even affected in the least bit.

"Shut the fuck up, clearly I don't care. You may want to watch your mouth Bryce. Before you won't be able to speak at all." I threatened as I shoved her away from me. She crashed into my night stand with a loud thud. She winced as she rubbed her head. "Damn,"

I ignored her, and went to get dressed for my night out. I felt her eyes on me. After a several minutes passed I addressed her. "You must like what you see?"

"Hell no, I'm not attracted to sadists," She retorted with a look of disgust on her face. She got comfortable on my bed and picked up the same book from earlier.

"I'm not a sadist. Don't sit there and act like you wouldn't get on this." I gestured to towards my lower body. "If I gave you the chance."

She blinked at me in disbelief. "Are you fucking serious? Why in the hell would I do anything with you? You've made my life a living hell."

"You're right I did that. It was a lot of work," I confirmed proudly as I straightened my shirt. It really was, its hard being a villain especially a successful one who hasn't gotten caught.

"You're so sick, I feel so sorry for you like kind of monster are you?" She asked me rhetorically with a shake of her head.

"The kind of monster who will torture his victim. Physically and mentally in every way possible to mankind. The kind of monster who enjoys every bit of their victim's suffering from the pain, to tears and the defeated look in their eyes when they give up. The kind of monster whose only goal is crush any hope their victim clings onto until they're only a shell of who they used to be." I answered wistfully with a content smile.