Chapter One

D

“How does your own fucking teeth taste ?” I asked the struggling man; even breathing was difficult for him.

Gargling on his teeth and blood, his eyes were wide as he stared at me. “ Mhmm mhm mhmmm. ” The tape muffled his words.

“Oh. Sorry.” My bloody fingers gripped the duct tape from his mouth and pulled hard and fast. Teeth were stuck to the sticky side, some clattering to the wooden floor. I knew he had no teeth when I hit him again and felt nothing but gums against my knuckles. “Repeat your answer.”

“W-why…” he started, teeth spilling from his mouth. They clattered on the floor.

It wasn’t the answer I was looking for, but I was curious about what he was going to ask. Turning my head and crouching, I tried to make out his gargled mumble.

“A-are you… d-doing this?”

“Do you do so much bad shit that you couldn’t possibly figure out why I’m doing this?” I asked, cocking a brow.

He shook his head, blood dripping down his chin.

“You disrespected my girl, Adam .”

“Your girl? W-who?”

I rolled my eyes as if he didn’t know. “You know. The girl you were sending death threats to.”

His face paled. “K-Ko-”

My fist balled and flew into his nose. The force snapped his head back, sending him and the whole chair clattering to the floor. “Don’t even fucking say her name! What you said to her is the reason your teeth are down your fucking throat.”

He coughed on blood, now spewing from his nose.

Once the rage in my chest subsided, I grabbed the chair and lifted him back upright. Circling him like a vulture, my eyes narrowed on him.

From his desk, I picked up my beer and took a sip. Blood stained the outside of the bottle, and the liquid inside wasn’t much better, but that was all he had.

“P-p-please st-stop,” he begged so pathetically.

I mocked his plea, trying not to laugh at him. “P-p-please what? Please stop ? Do you know how many times she begged you to stop and leave her alone? Why don’t you please tell me what you last said to her?”

He whimpered. I’m sure he wanted to scream, but it was really no use. He lived so excluded that no one but the sea animals below us would hear his cries. “I’m s-sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry?” My shoulders sagged. I gripped the glass bottle to the point of almost shattering it. “You’re telling that to the wrong person. Say what you said to her.”

For the first time ever, his lips were sealed shut. Even when I was punching his mouth, he was still trying to fucking beg his way out of this.

“You said, and I quote, “I will rape you, then kill you. Dismember your body and then rape you again if you don’t respond.” My face screwed up in disgust and I almost threw up in my mouth. I couldn’t believe he made me repeat that vile shit.

“Stop! It wasn’t my finest moment. I’m sorry!” He cried.

Finest moment? Rage rushed through me. In my worst moment, I’d never once said that sick shit or even thought about it. And I guaranteed I was ten times crazier than he was.

My fist tightened and the glass shattered in my hand. Beer, blood, and glass all fell to the floor, except for a huge shard in my hand. Hissing, I pulled it out and looked at it. It winked at me under the moonlight peeking through his blinds.

Oh, look. I hope he’s hungry for dinner.

My fingers gripped his jaw, making him cry in pain. It just gave me better access to shove the glass shard into his mouth. Like a dog refusing to take its pill, I shoved it further down his throat with one finger. His gums bled all over me, and I could see he maybe had one or two teeth left in the back.

His eyes widened, throat trying to swallow the inedible object.

Stepping back, my eyes stayed glued to him. He looked so pathetic, choking and coughing as he tried to pull free his limbs that were duct taped to his very own kitchen table chair.

He was all cocky in my girl’s dms. Now look at him. Pathetic.

He wrote in detail, multiple times, what he would do to her. The moment he had her crying, I knew I was going to make him swallow his own teeth.

All because this psycho wanted to be noticed.

Don’t we all?

I lifted my boot, tired of seeing him struggle to swallow glass, and kicked him hard in the chest. Air left his lungs as he hit the floor again. He was still alive, but barely. His mouth was swollen, his nose crooked, and most of his teeth were on the floor. Blood was everywhere, and now the gurgling noise was worse, almost like a garbage disposal with a fork jammed in the blades.

My bladder tightened, and I knew I had to pee. My fingers unzipped my pants with one hand. Moving closer to hover over his chair, I pulled my dick out and pissed right on his face, aiming for his open mouth. He choked on my piss and his own blood, eyes rolling back.

Shivers ran down my spine when my piss came to an end, and the noise of struggling stopped. I tucked my dick away, buttoning up my pants and looking down at the pathetic human.

He was silent, eyes closed. He was dead or maybe just passed out.

I didn’t know if this man would do anything to my girl. I didn’t really care because I knew what I wanted to do to men who said shit like that to her.

And I was really going to do it.

“Pitty,” I muttered, kicking his corpse. “I was far from being done with you.”

My mind raced with the things I wanted to do with him, but now couldn’t. He really had to go, die, and ruin my fun.

“Stupid fuck,” I gritted my teeth, lifting my boot and stomping on his head. Over and over, until his walls were a new pretty shade of red and until my chest rang with satisfaction.

When I was done with him, his skull was dented in, caved in like a crater on the moon.

I let out a shaky sigh, finally able to breathe. This whole time, rage had been sitting on my chest, suffocating me. Using a bloody hand, I pushed the white hair from my eyes.

Leaving, I grabbed another beer and sat in my quantum car for a moment. In silence, I cracked the lid off my drinks and took a swig. His beer was very mediocre, but beggars can’t be choosers.

Starting up my car, it jerked into the air, flying from his Eden landing. I steered it away from his home, finding myself in a bit of a daze and just driving. I hated being violent, though it felt like the only way I could get this shit off my chest.

After driving in silence, I found myself near my girl’s place. Smile on my lips, I decided to go. She didn’t live in an Eden anymore, but instead in an apartment building with too many floors.

Slowly, I drove past her window, peeking inside to see what she was doing.

My girl was leaning over a sketchbook, drawing something in bed. I ached to see what she was drawing—she was really good at it. She tucked her blonde curl behind her ear, and I decided I needed to see her and be with her.

Parking in one of the parking lots, I entered her building through the service back door. I was bloody, so I didn’t need an old lady getting spooked.

Will my baby get spooked? I thought, stepping into one of the service elevators in the back and pressing the floor fifty - six button. It closed its doors, reflecting myself in the silver door.

Blood matted my once-white hair and clung to my leather jacket. My hands were busted, swelling at the knuckles. It didn’t hurt. I was used to it.

She loves me for who I am. She won’t be scared. Flattered? Yes. Turned on? Probably not, sadly

Unless she was into men covered in her stalker’s blood. I countered to myself. Then she would be dripping for me.

Moving to her apartment, I tried the doorknob first. Locked. Then, I reached into my jacket and pulled out the spare key. Sticking it in the hole, I unlocked it and entered.

The living room had a few lights on, but the overhead light wasn’t on. Slowly, I maneuvered around her apartment, careful of the white furniture. She had moved some things again and added a bit more decorations.

My eyes moved to the paintings of herself on the wall—one she did. I noticed her wide white smile and her beautiful pink full lips first. I couldn’t wait to taste her lips and kiss them until they were bruised. My heart swelled when I looked into her sparkling, golden brown eyes.

A small cough came from her bedroom, making me turn and move. My eyes peeked through the open door, seeing her sitting there like the Goddess she was.

My cock hardened just looking at her as she leaned back and stretched. My eyes ran over her even bronze skin that was exposed under her tank top and shorts.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, making me quickly decline the call or text or whatever it was. Nothing was more important than my baby.

It started again, making me roll my eyes. Slipping it from my pocket, I glanced down to see Ree was calling me and had before.

Time to go.

I looked back up at my girl before slowly backing out of her house and back where I came from. In the elevator, I picked up the third call.

“Hello?” I asked.

“What did you do ?” Rus snapped.

I looked down at the phone to make sure who was calling me. Rus was calling from Ree’s phone.

“Nothing. Just been out… hunting.”

“Hunting? Hunting what ?”

“Rapists,” I affirmed.

“Tell me you didn’t…”

I shrugged. “I did.”

“Did you at least fucking clean up? Did you leave that place spotless?” Ree shouted from the background.

The elevator beeped and opened to the back service hallways.

“If you count piss and blood as spotless.”

“D!” He growled. “I’m not cleaning up your piss. I’m not cleaning up his piss.”

Rus let out a sigh. “Thanks, D. Next time, warn us about what you’re about to do, so we can make sure your ass doesn’t go back to jail.”

As if I fucking cared. I would murder anyone if they said vile shit about my girl like that.

“Let him go back,” Ree barked from the call's background. “Fucker deserves it.”

And just like that, the call ended. If I deserved jail for taking a creepy fuck off the streets, then I’ll go with a smile. This wasn’t our—or my—first kill, but I guess I was blinded by rage and love that I might have gone a bit too far…

I guess.

Kouvr

Yawning, I pushed my blonde curls up into a ponytail. The sun beamed through my apartment windows, warming my ivory skin.

Throwing my blankets off, my feet dug into my shaggy carpet. I slid out of bed and moved from my bedroom, but something red caught my attention. My eyes adjusted, and I saw a small red drop of liquid on the hardwood floor. I paused, glancing around my perfectly placed apartment.

It was just me here, and everything was how I left it last night.

I didn’t have red juice, let alone drop it on my floor and not clean it up.

Brows pulled together, I moved to grab a paper towel and tray to get it up. I pride myself on having my house in order, and this wasn’t in order.

Cleaning it up, I realized it might not be juice or sauce. It was dried and crusted over and looked a bit like blood.

But I didn’t remember hurting myself on anything, let alone bleeding. My throat felt dry as my brain went to the extreme.

Was someone… in my house?

Glancing around, I saw my front door was still locked. I would have heard someone breaking in. I spoke to myself, “I know what that creepy dude said online was… outrageous, but I am safe. He won’t come here…”

My first apartment ended that way with a man coming to my house and threatening me. It had been a while since I saw that man, but the cops hadn’t caught him. I moved in the dead of night, scared that if word got out that I moved, he would find me.

I threw away the paper towels, quickly washed my hands, and rested them on the stainless steel sink. My apartment this time was better, now out of the Pits of Earth and living in a guarded high-rise.

No one would be able to get in that easily anymore.

“I am safer than I think I am,” I said in a deep breath. “This is my home, and no one will invade it. I am safe.”

After a few deep breaths, I felt better and pushed away the idea that anyone was ever in here. I had been thinking about getting security cameras soon and might do it.

Just to ease my mind.

My phone from my bedroom began to ring. Pushing from the counter, I went into my room and looked down at the phone like I had other people calling me often.

“Hi, Mom,” I answered, throwing myself on the unmade bed.

“Hello, darling. Want to go to breakfast? My treat,” she asked. “I haven’t seen you in a bit.

I smiled. “That would be lovely, mom.”