Page 36 of Scream For Me
“What did that… cock tease do?” I push the words out, though they taste sour on my tongue.
“She started something that she never finished,” he leans back in his chair, the smirk growing.
My body goes deathly still, my fingernails dig into my palms. Hearing it coming from his mouth is different. “So, you were going to rape her?” I reply calmly with a forced smile.
“No, no! It’s not like that, she wanted—”
I tilt my head slightly, studying him as he scrambles over his own words. There’s always this moment. The moment when they convince themselves that whatever they say becomes reality.
“She wanted what?” I ask.
His breathing turns uneven as his wrists strain against the restraints. A red flush forms against the area where skin and rope connect.
“She was into it, I swear,” he insists, his voice now an octave higher. “She didn’t say no.”
I take a slow step towards him, crouching in front of him so we’re eye level. His gaze darts across my face, searching for any sign as to what’s about to happen next.
“Did she say yes?” I ask quietly.
Silence. Gareth shifts somewhere behind me, but I don’t look away from Kirk.
“She didn’t fight,” he mutters, blood pooling in his mouth now.
My jaw tightens, but my voice remains steady. “That wasn’t the question, Kirk.”
I reach out and brush my thumb over the swelling on his cheek. He flinches at the contact, and something dark settles comfortably in my chest.
“I’m sorry. I was drunk. I’ve got a sister, please let me go,” he blurts out in desperation.
“If a man touched your sister the way you touched her,” I say calmly, “I would hope someone like me finds him.”
I push my hands against his chest, the chair he’s sitting on falling backwards. A pool of blood forms behind his head as I slowly walk over to him, savoring his wide eyes and the beads of sweat forming against the dried blood on his forehead. I give him a small smile as I press my boot against his throat, feeling the tendons stretch under the leather. He sputters and tries to wiggle his way out of my hold, but I stand firm.
“You were going to rape her,” I declare, leaning in closer to him. It’s not a question anymore.
His eyes grow impossibly wider as his face takes on a deathly purple hue. A dark patch grows across his groin. The acrid scent mixes with the copper in the air. Fucker has pissed himself. My face scrunches in disgust.
“Do you have any last words?”
He wiggles, trying to gasp.
“Oh, my apologies, Kirk, you can’t speak.”
I remove my boot just enough for him to gulp for breath before bringing my foot back down. His face bunches in confusion.
“Did you think I would let you say one word about my girl?”
Kirk tries to shake his head, pleading with his eyes that are now red.
“I think you’ve learned your lesson,” I say, lifting my boot from his neck as he inhales sharply.
“T-Thank you,” he croaks out.
“No, thank you,” I whisper as I pull my pistol from my waistband, point at his head, and pull the trigger, relishing in the split-second of surprise that painted his face.
He goes limp, mouth hanging open slightly as brain matter clings to the floor behind his head. I turn to Gareth, whose face is littered with a thousand questions, but he knows better than to ask a single one.
“Clean this up,” I tell him as I walk towards the stairs.
