𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐓𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝕸 𝖔 𝖔 𝖓: 𝖉 𝖊 𝖆 𝖑 𝖊 𝖗

[𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙄𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍]: 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙥𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙬. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩, 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚.

"D̲A̲M̲N̲,̲ ̲W̲H̲E̲R̲E̲'̲D̲ ̲Y̲O̲U̲ ̲G̲E̲T̲ ̲T̲H̲I̲S̲ ̲F̲L̲A̲W̲L̲E̲S̲S̲
body?" — With a smooth stroke, Seth's hand traced my thigh as he bit his lip.

With a smirk dancing on his lips, while his other hand casually gripped the leather steering wheel.

Keeping my eyes fixed on the front window of the latest Bugatti La Voiture Noire, I stayed calm as his touch lingered. My soft, nude tights granted him unrestricted access to explore my body, his hand even sneaking under my red, short dress.

Dickhead.

Puckering my lips to touch up my red lipstick—more to hide my amusement at his futile attempts—I casually swapped the crossing of my legs, denying him the chance to delve deeper into exploring my body;

Not just yet; I let him continue daydreaming and drooling over his fantasies about me for a little while longer.

The hungrier he gets to dive in, the easier he'll be to control and use later on.

"I'm kinda into those leisurely strolls, you know?" — I grinned, tilting my head to the side — "And I don't mind using my legs this time too."

Maintaining eye contact, I shot a subtle smirk at the front window, causing him to glance over and notice the green light signaling an open road ahead.

Of course he missed it; his focus already fixated on my soon-to-go bedroom instead.

"Ah, I'm a gentleman" — He glanced at the street, then continued on to his car — "Wouldn't dream of letting damsel in distress wander these deadly dark streets all alone."

"Oh, no worries, I'd totally have your back if you're feeling spooked," — I teased with a smirk — "Add "pretty please", and I might even think about holding your hand, sugar."

"Girl with claws, I dig it," — He chuckled, shifting gears — "I have a feeling we're gonna hit it off real quick."

"Believe me, I'm all about etching my presence into people's minds, guaranteeing you won't be able to shake me off anytime soon."

"I wouldn't dare, baby."

Once again, my eyes roamed over the interior of his car: luxurious, leather-clad, with soft red LED lights illuminating the dashboard and floor. Heated seats, a touchpad displaying cool tunes from Spotify's badass playlists, setting the vibe of a true bad guy.

Keeping my poker face and not letting a hint of amusement slip at his over-the-top efforts definitely deserves an Oscar.

It's a shame his whole persona don't match the depth and intrigue of his wallet and bank accounts;

Surely, the dick of his mouth far outweighs what's inside his trouser's zipper;

Leaving my real HQ with the hope of at least enjoying an extra bumpy ride in the meantime, I quickly realized that my perception of fully equipped male creatures would never compete with the power of my toys stashed under my bed.

No kidding; my own fingers could've taken me to come three times by now while these amateurs are still cluelessly hunting for the spot.

After enduring several cringy songs meant to set the mood, I finally breathed a sigh of relief when he pulled the car into the backyard of my "trap house."

That's my strategic spot, my go-to every time, the one people would rather steer clear of than venture into and investigate.

With a bit of gossip here and there about this place being haunted and everyone steers clear, giving me the perfect opportunity to move around without any prying eyes.

Just the way I love;

"Sort of..." — He raised an eyebrow, glancing at the house — "Unique, you know?"

"Getting cold feet?" — I smirked, popping off my seatbelt.

"Baby, I stroll through way creepier crypts than this on the daily," — He smirked proudly, unbuckling his seatbelt — "But next time, I wouldn't mind inviting you to my place. Sure, it's decked out in luxury, but having you there would make all my million-dollar furniture pale in comparison to you."

I'm practically cringing to death;

We both stepped out of the car in sync, and as I made my way towards the wooden patio, I couldn't help but hear the sound of his boots crunching against the pebbles, mingling with the click of him locking the car.

As I rummaged through my purse for the keys, my hand brushed against all my fake documents and party essentials like lipstick and perfume, ready to make a quick exit if needed to ditch any unwanted company.

Making my way, I couldn't miss the soft, flirty whistle coming from him, undoubtedly directed at my ass.

"You're impressed that easily?" — I smoothly inserted the key into the lock — "We haven't even gotten to the main event yet."

"How about diving straight into dessert?" — With a forceful, yet undeniably flirtatious slap on my buttocks, he stood right by my side — "I've never been one for following the traditional rules of meal orders."

"Great," — I smiled, pushing the door open — "Because I'm not a fan of unnecessary delays either."

Oh, boy...

You're in for a surprise once you step over his threshold;

"You can still let it go and run away, sugar," — I turned to him once I entered the house — "Don't worry, I won't let your friends know you got goosebumps from the woods and creaky floors."

"Oh, believe me," — He smirked, stepping through the threshold — "The thrill that's about to give you goosebumps is just getting started."

Little do you know.

After he closed the door, he wasted no time making a move; stepping towards me, he caressed my cheek before pulling me close, his fingers sliding into my hair as he leaned in for a steamy French kiss, starting things off at the C-level.

Returning the kiss, I let him savor the moment, relishing the tang of his minty, spicy mouth freshener dancing on my tongue with every one of his caresses.

Thankfully, because without it, I'd probably hurl right into his mouth.

"You're in a rush, huh?" — I smirked, gently pulling my lips away as his hand trailed up the back of my thigh — "Already itching to wrap up our fun?"

"Wrap up?" — He whispered, brushing his lips against mine once more — "I'm just getting started with my fun."

With a soft murmur, his minty chuckle brushed against my lips as his hand glided down my neck, applying a gentle squeeze, until his palm reached my cheeks, pressing them together.

Planting his lips on mine once more, he intensified the kiss, driving me back until my spine met the wooden floor, his body pressing against mine with added force.

Okay, not the worst kisser I've come across, I'll give him that much.

Yet, I don't feel much through his stiff zipper pressing against my pubic mound to even muster up any sympathy for what's about to go down with him.

Yeah, the dickhead upstairs definitely outshines the original down below;

And just when I was holding onto hope until the bitter end for some extra excitement, it all went down the drain when it turned out my thumb feels bigger than his dick;

Oh, the irony.

"Second floor, first door on the right," — I breathed out between kisses, savoring the feel of his skilled tongue — "Feel like playing Prince Charming and carrying me?"

"Call me your Dark Knight, Mademoiselle."

Okay, let's just say I'd rather his mouth be busy kissing me than saying anything at all. So, to avoid another cringeworthy moment, I silenced him with another deep kiss, making it even more intense to ensure he wouldn't get a chance to speak up again.

Meanwhile, with a swift, strong move, his hands slipped under my dress, squeezing my buttocks as he tossed me up slightly, prompting me to wrap my legs around his waist;

Let him think he's the top dog as he carries me to the bedroom like a prized possession.

He's finally landed here, after weeks of scheming and groundwork on my part. After giving him a run for his money on the dance floor tonight—finally reeling him in at the club—I'm ready to sit back and let him do all the heavy lifting for a change.

As his muscles appear to be boosting his mini-size, he didn't have any trouble taking a few steps, and finally, with a forceful kick at the door, he ushered us into the bedroom;

"Fuck,"

He let out a gasp as he flung me onto the bed, making me sprawl out wider, my hair falling messily across my face;

"That's a stunning dress, matches your hair perfectly," — He remarked, undoing his belt with a smirk — "Redheads have always been my weakness."

"And my undies match my eyes," — I giggled, sliding my hand up my thigh to reveal my green lace thong — "Just waiting for you to dive in and explore."

"They're almost too pretty to tear apart," — He smirked, eyeing them appreciatively.

With a quick flick, he snapped the belt and seamlessly caught my ankles on its surface, effortlessly sliding me lower on the bed.

"All fours, now."

"Make me."

Without hesitation, he swiftly freed my ankles from the belt's hold and delivered a sharp snap against my thigh;

Oh, man...

You're just adding more reasons for me to show no mercy whatsoever.

But I played his game;

Attempting to myself down, I fully embraced the ditzy-girl persona, releasing a laugh that barely registered above a seal's squeak;

As I was intentionally dumbing myself down to seem more down-to-earth, he just naturally rolled with the IQ of a brick; I noticed his zipper was on the verge of popping from excitement as I leisurely shifted onto my stomach, lounging against the mattress with my knees and palms;

It's a walk in the park to have them hanging on my every word—like good, tamed dogs.

As the belt snapped sharply, its sound echoing through the bedroom walls, it didn't take much longer for me to feel the firm smack of leather against my ass.

It might painful, but not for me;

I'm soaking up that pain like my phone charging up—only fuels me more and adds a bit of amusement to the mix.

Another sharp hit;

This time on my back, signaling me to lean in and tune into the downside perks.

Another giggle escaped my lips;

But while the sound was completely fabricated to rev up his desire, the smile on my face was genuine.

"Oh, yeah. You're gonna be my good, little slut," — As he leaned in, I sensed his body bearing down on my back.

His hand reached up to grab my face, squeezing my cheeks together, while his weight pinned me down harder onto the mattress.

Another sharp smash of the belt against my ass;

"You're gonna scream my name so loud, the whole damn city will hear you echoing through these woods."

Groaning in my ear, his hot breath sent tickles down my spine, as he gently nibbled on my earlobe.

"You'll be praying to me like a devoted believer, sinking to your knees as I'm your deity, and you'll take me in, begging for absolution."

With a firm pull of his hand and the belt, I didn't feel the smash; he shredded my tights and lace thong apart.

My favourite one;

I'm gonna snag a hundred of those using your credit card, Motherfucker.

"You're gonna suck and swallow every inch of me until you're begging for a breath of air."

I'd be crying from both the cringe of your pity size and the pathetic lines you're dropping to try and get me going.

And imagine this, pro whores hear that spiel every single night;

Guys are breaking a sweat, coming for their own voices while building up this so-called "tension," meanwhile the ladies' wallets just keep getting fatter and fatter.

Women always had the inside scoop on turning men's foolishness into millions;

And that's what I dig about being a woman.

"And when it's over, you'll be utterly undone, inside and out, as I'll have shattered every inch of your exquisite body."

After another growl in my ear, he leaned back, snatching both my wrists and stacking them on my back.

In the midst of our game, I continued girly-giggling as I felt him begin to tie my wrists together with the belt.

No biggie, it's not going to hold me back regardless;

It's barely even a speed bump.

With one last tight squeeze, he made sure my wrists were locked in place. Then, gripping them firmly, he maneuvered them over my back, shoulders, and head, getting my arms stretched out over the pillows.

That's when I felt his strong hands on my waist, and with a swift maneuver, he flipped me over, pressing my back into the mattress this time.

He's so worked up already, it's like he's seeing a woman's naked body for the first time.

With a soft touch, he ran his palms up my thighs, gradually moving upward until his fingers grazed my pubic mound;

Lifting my dress, he exposed more of my naked body, eyeing it like a hungry predator who'd just made a kill and was about to sink its fangs into the prey.

And he wasted no time diving into his dessert;

Getting closer to my pussy, his hot breath mixed with gentle kisses around the center, focusing more on the top and thighs, which actually wasn't too bad afterward;

Like I said, his mouth seemed more inclined to pleasure my body than to my ears.

After all the hustle of chasing him around, all those nights spent hunting him down in clubs, and the humiliation of dumbing myself down to a platinum blonde blow-up doll level, I reckon I deserve a little reward.

And I gave myself in as his tongue finally slid into me;

With my back arched, soft moans escaped my lips as he did his thing, which was just as enjoyable as his lips and tongue in my mouth moments ago.

He's fine, but got a long way to make me come;

There isn't a man alive who could get me there.

But Seth and his tongue are definitely up there on the leaderboard.

Gripping my thighs, he pushed them down harder onto the mattress, widening my legs and giving himself plenty of space for his tongue to delve into every inch of my pussy.

And it only made my back arch even further; as his mouth delved deeper into my clit, I savored my little reward even more, and for a moment, I almost felt sorry for him.

Almost.

"You're the taste of forbidden temptation, not just on the surface, darling," — He murmured, his lips gliding up, brushing against my cleavage and neck — "Savoring you feels like committing the sweetest sin."

As his filthy mouth met mine again, flooding my senses with my own taste, his hand traveled up to my tired wrists; with a firm grip, he pulled them further into the pillows.

"And that's just the tip of the hell-berg."

I locked my legs around his waist, smoothly nudging him to the side with a gentle push, flipping the script so he was now beneath me, lying back on the mattress as I straddled him.

"That's it, baby," — He said, patting my thighs, tilting his head back against the pillows, his eyes closed in pleasure — "Ride it until it's numb."

With my hands on his chest, I arched my back, allowing my hair to fall gracefully down my back, sweeping away the curls from my face.

Meanwhile, my thighs gently pressed against him, stirring pleasure, while my nakedness brushed against his stiffness beneath his trousers, still sealed shut.

"Craving to spice things up a bit?" — I intensified my movements, applying a bit more pressure with each slide, eliciting a deep groan from him as he breathed heavily through his nose.

"Think that tiny body can handle it?"

With a mischievous grin spreading across his lips, he lifted himself slightly, causing me to bounce onto his crotch.

"More, I was worried about those delicate veins of yours, if they could handle the pressure," — I smirked, giving another firm thrust — "Delivering your order straight from under the heart."

With a discreet nod downwards, I adjusted my posture, subtly leaning in and pushing out my chest, drawing myself closer to him.

Without hesitation, his gaze lingered on my chest, and without delay, his hands reached for me, slipping beneath my dress to delve into the depths of my bra, exploring eagerly.

"Always ready, huh?" — He grinned slyly, retrieving metal handcuffs from the depths of my cleavage with a playful flick of his wrist.

"Never know when the opportunity for some fun might arise, and as you can see, I'm not one to be boring," — I said, biting my bottom lip with another thrust — "Cuff yourself."

"So, what's the plan, Miss Officer?" — He glanced under his brow, hands raised in surrender.

"Fast track to hell, sweetie."

As I kept up my seductive rhythm on his crotch, I inched closer, tempting him with the proximity of my chest to his face, further ensnaring his attention. Amidst his escalating pleasure and the delightful sensation of his kisses and nibbles on my skin, my hands seamlessly aided him in fastening his wrists to the handcuffs.

With my tied hands, I skillfully secured both of his wrists, and with a slight upward tug, I extended the second ends of the metal handcuffs to the bed frame, locking him in place.

To double-check, I gave the metal a solid tug, but it held firm against the bed frame without even a hint of movement;

He's stuck.

"Looks like I'm in your hands now, officer." — He chuckled, as I leaned in closer, readjusting myself on his hips — "Just, where's the uniform?"

After indulging him with a lingering kiss, I gracefully slid off him, keeping up the tease with my seductive movements as I reached for the nightstand, retrieving two more sets of handcuffs.

"I like it raw and real, no need for unnecessary layers."

Suppressing a silly giggle, I made my way to the edge of the bed, running the cold metal along the surface of his legs, until it finally encircled his ankles.

"Can't judge a book by its cover" — He groaned, watching me restrain his ankles — "Didn't think such a devil lurked under those angelic looks."

"Be cautious around the quiet ones and serene waters."

With a wink and a grin, I smoothly locked his ankles together with the cuffs. Then, using the second pair, I fastened one end to the metal links between the strands and hooked the other end to the bed's lower edge.

Giving the metal another firm tug confirmed what I already knew; it was firmly stuck too.

He's caught in my web now, no escaping.

"Dangling that divine body just out of reach?" — He smirked, watching me loosen the belt from my wrists — "That's torture enough."

"Oh, you better enjoy it now..." — I snapped the belt sharply, the sound echoing through the room — "The fun will leave you breathless."

Stepping closer to the bed, I swatted the belt against his thigh, eliciting a mix of a groan of pain and a chuckle from him, as I gracefully returned to my position on his waist.

"And who's the good, little slut now?"

A forceful swing of the belt against his chest drew both curses of pain and unexpected barks of pleasure from him.

Leaning in, I pressed my lips to his, engaging in another passionate French kiss, our mouths melding together as we savored the moment, causing him to completely lose himself in the sensation, his guard dropping entirely.

Meanwhile, my hands glided over his chest, I moved upward to his neck, skillfully wrapping the belt around it, gradually tightening it with a gentle touch.

"Tame your boy, Mommy"

As we breathed between kisses, I encircled his neck with the belt, and with a firm pull, I cinched it tight. Not so tight as to cut off his oxygen, but enough to exert pressure, eliciting a soft cough from him.

"At best, you can dream of being my obedient, well-trained pup, dancing to my tune at my feet." — I whispered.

In one swift yank, I tightened the belt further, leaving him gasping for air as he instinctively pulled his lips away from mine.

"Watch yourself, Officer." — He smirked, attempting to stay composed — "Unless you're asking for some serious payback."

"All bark and no bite." — I giggled, pressing my lips against his again.

"Just remember, these lips could silence you in a heartbeat, baby."

"I know," — I smirked, teasing his lips with my warm breath — "They're almost too skilled to seal shut forever."

In one swift move, I grabbed both ends of the belt, the pressure causing my slim fingers to pale slightly, and with a decisive pull, I tightened it firmly around his neck.

He writhed, desperately trying to catch his breath, as the restraints held him in place;

But he couldn't.

Shifting away from his face, I repositioned myself squarely on his waist, increasing the tension on the belt little by little.

Gritting my teeth, I flexed every muscle in my body as I continued to constrict the space around his neck, my hands relentlessly tightening the grip, inch by inch.

He tried to fight, yet, all he could manage were futile struggles, desperate jerks of his body in an attempt to dislodge me from atop him.

His hands struggled fruitlessly against the restraints, but the handcuffs remained steadfast, firmly holding his wrists in place above his head.

So as his legs;

Straining to free his legs, he attempted to dislodge me, but the firm grip of the handcuffs tethering his ankles to the bed rendered his efforts ineffective.

All he could manage were futile tugs and shifts, his struggle offering little respite.

Though his mouth likely yearned to unleash a barrage of words and insults, his lips could only manage sharp, rapid gasps for air.

Meanwhile, his complexion rapidly paled, turning an alarming shade of gray, while his eyes grew foggy, as if drifting into a fog; being teetered on the brink of consciousness.

At the very last moment, I loosened my grip on the belt, allowing him to finally gasp for air with a loud echo that reverberated through my bedroom, mingling with his coughs.

"Someone feeling a little damp?" — I smirked, sliding past his crotch again — "But I suppose it's not my dessert cream."

"Fuck," — He took a deep breath, coughing slightly as he tried to regain his composure — "You're really into it rough. Thought you were gonna strangle me for real there."

"Nope, that's too easy, too quick, and too boring," — I smirked, pulling the syringe out from my cleavage. — "I'm into way wilder games."

Initially, he glanced at me with a hint of confusion, nervously chuckling in bewilderment. However, as he caught sight of the sinister smirk spreading across my lips, his smile gradually faded, replaced by beads of sweat trickling down his pale forehead.

"Whatever you're planning, don't even think about it, you fucking whore" — He warned, his voice trembling — "My people won't let it go so easily."

"My people as loyal as yours. Give 'em hello from theirs truly when you hit the deepest circle of hell." — I smirked — "Oh, and do me a favour; brush off the dust from my throne there, would you?"

Sending him a sinister smirk, I maintained eye contact as I swiftly plunged the syringe into his neck, eliciting a shout of pain as I injected the substance into his body.

With one final sharp tug, I looped the belt through the metal buckle, but didn't fasten it yet. Instead, I wrapped the end of the belt around the metal frame, securing it in place.

The rationale was simple; the more he struggled, the tighter the belt would constrict around his neck, gradually strangling him. This realization dawned quickly on him as the belt tightened around his neck, prompting him to cease his struggles.

"What do you want, huh?" — He muttered, fury evident in his voice — "Money? Drugs? You should've just asked so! I'd happily reward you generously for good sex."

"I don't ask, I take,"

With a chuckle, I stood up from the bed and searched his pockets, retrieving his wallet, car keys, and phone.

"Unfortunately for you, you caught me on a bit of a moody day, but your tongue's slide on my clit earned you some mercy, so I won't be as brutal as I usually am."

"Consider yourself lucky that I'm still willing to let this slide and leave peacefully," — He barked as I approached the couch across bed — "You really don't want to stir up trouble with me and my crew, so unlock these fucking handcuffs."

"You're a big boy, you can handle getting yourself out of this."

With a nonchalant shrug, I tossed the handcuff keys onto the bed, watching as they landed perfectly on his chest. Then, I leisurely settled onto the couch, taking in the view with a relaxed gaze.

Caught in his intense stare, he gasped with frustration, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath;

With every quick jerk of his head, the belt around his neck constricted, eliciting a hiss of pain from his lips.

Suddenly, a deafening howl of agony ripped through my room, causing him to contort his body, his muscles tensing and veins pulsating beneath his skin in the throes of agony.

Balancing one leg over the other, I casually stretched my arm towards the small, glass coffee table at the side of the couch; with a gentle flick of my fingers, I effortlessly popped open the bottle of wine.

However, the soft clink of the cap meeting the table was drowned out by Seth's agonized cries, echoing throughout the entire house, not just this room.

So as the exquisite notes of my beloved Cheval Blanc 1947 St-Emilion pouring into the glass, were utterly drowned out by his relentless cries.

Doesn't bother me at all; those cries are so sweet, almost making me come like not even my own fingers can.

Fixing my gaze on his thrashes upon the bed, his cries and squirms amplifying as the poison courses through his veins, I lifted my phone to my ear, the faint sound of dialing echoing in the background.

The phone rang a few times before a deep, sharp voice came through;

"911, what's your emergency?"

Despite the seriousness in the tone, I could almost picture the smirk on the other end of the line; with lips already moist from a sip of Macallan M, as is customary at this hour.

I smirked.

"Possible suicide attempt, I think" — I sighed, glancing over at Seth, before picking up the wine glass — "I discovered a syringe with mercury, looks like a lethal dose."

"Mhm," — He murmured intently as I took a sip of the red drink, perfectly complementing my lipstick — "Who is that unfortunate man?"

"Looks like I've landed myself in a bit of trouble," - I pursed my lips after taking a sip of wine - "A 32-year-old hottie from a club approached the thing, and while I was expecting some fun, things took a turn when he had a bit of a meltdown and injected himself with a needle. I thought it might have been some sort of enhancement thing, but instead of getting frisky with me, he ended up thrashing around on the bed uncontrollably."

"And why do you believe you've found yourself in a bit of trouble?"

"I think he's trouble," — I sighed once more — "Going through his belongings, I suspect I've stumbled upon a dangerous character; a dealer, car thief, and possibly sickly rich member of the mafia."

As I took another sip of wine, Seth's agonized cry echoed so loudly it seemed like the windows might shatter.

I luxuriated in the wine, savoring its flavor and the satisfaction it provided.

"I understand,"

His serious tone broke the silence on the line, mixing with sound of his imminent rise from his seat.

"I realize this is an absolute emergency, and time is of the essence. Expect me within 15 minutes, Miss."

"Absolutely. In the meantime, I'll do what I can to assist the poor man," — I nodded in agreement, clicking my tongue thoughtfully — "See you then."

"Miss."

"Dad,"

Listening to a sly chuckle oozing with swagger and mischief, the beep of the call ending buzzed in my ear, prompting me to stash away my phone, leaving the room resonating only with Seth's booming shouts.

Though he puts up a tough front, he's already grappling inwardly; it's plain as day—meanwhile, the belt tightens relentlessly around his neck with each wrenching spasm of agony, piercing through every fiber of his being.

He's already dead; he just doesn't know that yet.

Taking another swig of wine, I casually ran my hand through my ginger locks, but with a firm tug, they slipped away, unveiling my rich brown curls; I gave them a shake, letting them bounce freely after removing the wig.

After that, I deftly and effortlessly discarded the green lenses, tossing them onto the table next to the wig.

I hate them.

But I've always had a soft spot for my natural brown hair and eyes, so might as well let him enjoy that beautiful sight in his final moments.

"Thanks for the toy and pocket money" — I smirked, tossing the car keys aside and plucking the credit card from his wallet — "A fair price for a few minutes of good sex, wouldn't you say?"

But, naturally, the owner didn't offer any coherent response, just another scream, this time more desperate and filled with agony;

I took a deep breath, savoring that exquisite melody.