Page 46 of Framed Obsession

We look around the wide-open space, taking in the obnoxious high-end decor. Seems pretty useless for a single man. A soon to be dead, single man.

We tread lightly through the long, stretched hall until we meet the stairs. Slowly and quietly, we head up them. I reach into the duffel, grabbing rope, and hand it to Zane. He grabs it, already knowing what it’s for.

“You stand on the other side of the door and wait,” I instruct him as we stop by the door with the loud sounds drifting through the barrier. I can hear Parker on the other side, murmuring to himself. I wait for the right moment to barge in. There’s a brief stretch of silence before I swing the door open.

He whips around and I’m fast on him. I tackle him to the floor, Zane coming in behind me. I pin him down, knowing I’m overpowering him by a lot. He's half mine and Zane's size. It’s an unfair fight, really, but who am I to be fair when he wasn't towards my Little Flower.

“What the fuck, who are you?!” he shouts, squirming beneath my weight. I punch him square in the jaw, reminding him of the no mercy I'm willing to show. His legs are quickly bound. Zane then helps me pin his arms behind him, tying them together too.

“Your worst fucking nightmare,” I grit from behind. The way I want to strangle him right here and now has my hands clenching with need. I grab him by the hair, straining his neck backward. Zane grabs duct tape from the duffle and slaps a hefty strip over Parker’s mouth. He puts another and another, making sure he can’t get free.

Parker struggles against the restraints. His skin flushed red with anger.

Fucking pathetic, piece of shit.

“Grab his legs. I’ll grab his upper half,” I command Zane. He lifts Parker by the ankles, fighting the force of his wiggling legs. My hands grab him under his arms, and Zane lifts his legs off the ground. Incoherent mumbling comes from under the tape, but falls on deaf ears.

We drag him down the stairs, making sure he feels the scrape of every step on his back on the way down. We plop him down on the floor before exiting his house. I poke my head out, making sure the coast is clear. No people are around, making this all too easy.

I grab him again, and we take him to my car. I push the button on my keys again, opening his entrapment. His eyes go wide, and he does everything he can to try to squirm his way free, but finds himself unlucky. Oh, I’ll make sure he doesn't escape. He can try all he wants.

We swing him into the dark trunk, and he groans at the impact of his weight hitting the hard surface. Zane hunches over, putting his hands on his knees, being overly dramatic by breathing hard. I roll my eyes.

“I have something special planned for you, fucker” I spit at Parker before slamming the chamber shut. He should have recognized me by now.

“What are we going to do?” Zane asks curiously. I didn’t have a plan before, actually. Capturing him was all that had lingered in my thoughts, but then a sinister idea skipped across my mind, wearing the sweet disguise of innocence. I look at him and grin.

“We’re going to take him back to my place, and that's all you’re going to do,” I say vaguely, poking him in the chest. He rubs the spot, giving me a pout.

“Ouch. Okay, Grumpy. You sure you don’t need my help with whatever else you're going to do?” He looks at me with uncertainty, but he knows I can handle this on my own.

“I’m sure,” I say, annoyed. We both get back into my car and head back to my place. Zane takes his computer out again, clicking on some buttons, and Parker's surveillance cameras come onto the screen. He clicks a few more times and shuts his laptop.

“It’s like we were never here,” he chirps proudly. As much as I hate to admit it, I’m glad I have him as a friend. With all the hacking he knows how to do, I'm sure he’d make my life a living hell in an instant. Not that I couldn't return the favor in my own way. I look over at him, angry at the thought that he could ever betray me.

Parking in my garage, I close the door and pop the trunk open once more. By the way his wrists and ankles are rubbed raw, I can tell he was trying to get free. A wicked ear-to-ear smile spreads across my face.

“Hello? Dr. Evil? Can we get this over with? You’re creeping me out,” Zane insists. I reach in and grab the fucker by the neck. We pull him out and carry him down to my basement. You fucked with the wrong girl, pervert. You’re going to scream and beg for mercy that will never fucking come. And the person who's going to help me with it, is going to watch the life drain from your pathetic, ugly, disgraceful eyes.

Iron and copper musk the air with odor. It’s only been a handful of days since the events of Zane’s surprise gift of Flynn. I’m just glad Zane picked up the mess. I mean, he didn’t have a choice, but still. He knows I always get what I want, so why make it difficult?

A chair scrapes across the concrete floor and is placed in the center of the room. A wave of déjà vu makes the blood pump through my veins with excitement. This time, he is mine for the kill. This one fucking matters.

I drag Dahlia’s perverted boss by his hair, and he screams in pain. I lift him over my shoulder, then sit him on the chair. His head whips back with the motion. He tries to stand, not ready to accept his fate. I push him back down.

“Nu uh. You're not going anywhere. You haven't paid for your sins yet,” I spit at him. Rope circles his abdomen as Zane binds him to the chair. He winces as his body crushes his arms against the hardwood behind him. Once he’s secured, we do the same to his feet. Binding them to the legs of the chair.

I stand back and stare with a sinister smile. Parker breathes harshly, out of breath from the constant fighting. Fucking dumbass. It’ll only tire him out, making things all too easy for me. I would've thought he would put up a better fight, but it looks like he’s able to only force himself upon innocent women. My innocent woman.

I chain the chair to a piece of metal I have anchored in the concrete below. He’s not going anywhere. I make sure that if he tries to tip the chair over, it wouldn't be to his advantage. I twist ‌my neck, cracking it left and right.

“You can leave,” I tell Zane.

“Call me if you need anything,” he says gladly. Not having to deal with the mess this time. I can feel Parker’s intense stare, boring into me. I turn to him and pull out my pocketknife. My expression has him going blank. I hold the metal under his chin forcing him to look up at me.

“Youre going to fucking beg. No. You're going to plea for your fucking life. Not to me. Not to him. Not to god. But to the one angel you fucking broke.”

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