Page 55 of Venomous Desires

“Y-you tricked us!” He snapped. And I trembled.

I wished I had a hint of heart to actually feel regretful, or I truly had any more fucks to give.

My little bird owned my every fuck.

But his anger amused me. Instead of giving him a direct answer, I let my hands talk. More like the weapon in my hand, as I sliced open his chest and relished his cries. “Forgive me, Father... for my other sin,” I mumbled low enough so he could hear.

I wasn’t always this much of an asshole. But they just never... listen. After all, Dontello received my fair and squarewarnings. I even went to the trouble of annihilating his men myself. He thought he could have my little bird stalked and I wouldn’t know it?

Pathetic.

My grin widened as I cut deeper, and red blinded my vision. I had never felt this way before. It shouldn’t be normal.

But maybe normal was overrated.

The scent of blood mingled with the sharp tang of fear, and I couldn’t help but smirk. They always underestimated me. Underestimated what I’d do if someone tried to take away my possessions. And now, Dontello was the latest example.

“Tell me,” I whispered, leaning close enough for him to taste his own blood on my breath. “Was it worth it?”

I watched as he gurgled in his own blood, his eyes wide with terror, his breaths coming in ragged, wet gasps. I relished every note. Slowly, deliberately, I sliced his tongue, savouring the slick resistance of flesh parting under my hands.

“You said you were hard for her, didn’t you?” I hissed venomously. His eyes widened further, panic setting in as he struggled to form words, only managing a pathetic gurgle. “Are you hard now?”

Rage consumed me, but I smiled. Smiling could hide genuine emotions, after all. It was a mask, a weapon, a tool for control. The trembling mess before me had no idea what was coming.

The logic was simple, really. No one could touch what’s mine. Not my little bird, and not her cage. I was her master; I was her tormentor, and someone else hurt her besides me. Well, I was not a friendly person. Territorial? Yes.

I regretted bringing her with me, but necessary moves were bound to happen. Like I said, she was a pawn, but a very important one, and if anyone came for my pawn, I’d burn them in hellfire. He had crossed a line, and now he had to pay theprice. It wasn’t personal—well, maybe it was, but that didn’t change the necessity of the act.

In a world where threats lurked around every corner, it was wise to eliminate them before they had a chance to strike.

Killing him was the only rational solution.

It was a cleansing act, a way to restore balance.

His existence was a stain on the fabric of my world, and I would not allow it to remain. There was a certain satisfaction in knowing that I held the power to decide who lived and who didn’t.

The thrill of it was intoxicating. I leaned closer, relishing the fear in his eyes.

“Confess, Dontello,” I muttered, my pupils dilating. “Tell me your sins, and I’ll tell you mine.”

The fucker glared at me defiantly despite the situation. Fool. “You’ll pay for this,” he spat.

I chuckled, and when it fell upon my ears, it was dark and mirthless. “I doubt it,” I reply. “Now, let’s begin. After all, it’s good for the soul.”

The irony was not lost on me.

A confessional in a church, but instead of seeking redemption, we barter sins. It’s almost poetic in its blasphemy.

I twisted the candle holder slightly, eliciting a scream. “Pathetic. You thought you could touch her, didn’t you? Thought you could take what’s mine and walk away unscathed?”

His bloodied, mutilated tongue thrashed uselessly and flapped like a fish out of water, and I couldn’t help but laugh. His suffering was my satisfaction.

“Look at you now,” I sneered, leaning in close. “A broken, worthless thing. You should have known better. You should have listened to the rumours.”

I moved the sharp edge lower, carving slow, deliberate lines into his flesh meticulously. He thrashed weakly, the light in hiseyes fading, and I felt a dark, twisted pleasure.

“This is what happens,” I murmured, my voice barely more than a breath. “When you cross me. Next time, remember not even god can save you when the devil decides to take your soul.”