Throne of Vengeance

4. Dark Shadow

A monster isn't born, but made

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I never thought to kill someone out of jealousy.

First time for everything I guess.

I grabbed him out of the party and threw him in my car. I brought him to my secret chamber, my warehouse.

It's a smaller structure, used to manufacture cameras for some shitty company that went out of business within five years.

The building was foreclosed on, and I bought it for dirt cheap. And then spent hundreds of thousands of dollars transforming it into an impenetrable fortress.

I converted the main floor into my living space with state-of-the-art security. An ant will not be able to find its way into the building without me knowing about it. The second floor is my workspace.

Dozens of computers and illegal technology that make it possible to do what I do fill the space. And the basement is where I handle all of my business-meaning where I take the pedophiles to torture and kill them when they have information I need.

I built an underground garage that drives straight into the basement.

Makes for an easier haul when I got a six-foot-two dickhead to carry to the table.

I'm a big man, but I'm just as capable of throwing out my back as the next person. I'm still a human fucking being.

Shutting the garage door behind me, I turn the car off and twist around.

I sigh at the sight. Usually, I’m more prepared when I kidnap people.They go in the trunk, and I don’t have to worry about getting  my car dirty.

But by the time I carried him back to my car, I was in a hurry and just threw him back there.He’s already got blood everywhere, and I’m going to have to pay my cleaning crew extra to get those stains out. With that amount of blood,anyone would ask a question

But they get paid way too much to ask stupid questions that’ll get them killed.

“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I can knock your ass out,

or you can be a good little bitch and stay still.” I blurt out.

His bloody mouth forms around the word fuck, and it doesn’t take a genius to know what word is going to come out next. I punch him in the nose before he can get the first syllable out.

The crunch of bone beneath my fist is nearly orgasmic. By the time I’m pulling my fist away, blood is squirting from his broken nose. He spits, and a tooth flies out of his mouth and onto my floor.

I’m going to shove my foot up his ass just for that.

I get out, round the car, and swing open the door.He starts protesting, but the words become garbled when I grab him by the collar and drag his ass out. With his limbs tied up, he feels every drop and bump as I drag his body out of the car and haul him towards the table.

He squirms like a worm on a hook, and I can tell by the panicked look on his face that he has that feeling. The sinking feeling that his life is balancing on the edge, and I’m about to fucking Sparta kick him off Despite his struggles, I wrangle him on the surgical table, and systematically untie specific ropes so I can strap him to the table while simultaneously keeping him immobile. I tied his ankle down on the floor and handcuffed his wrist up to the ceiling.

"What the fuck do you want, man?" He asks his eyes for bloodshot, bleeding, nose and trembled lips.

"Like touching things that doesn't not belong to you " I said, fear, shock visible in his eyeballs, I want to rip those eyes out for laying eyes on what's mine.