6. King

6

King

T he way she looked at me after she had sucked my cock had me mesmerized. I didn’t know who she was or where she had come from, but she had me wrapped up in her spell. When she ran from me, I growled out ‘Doll’ stuffing myself back into my pants, before I watched her run to the shops.

A part of me liked the chase, a baser instinct that made me want to play with my food, but I also wanted to throw her against a wall to get a taste too. She looked back one more time with a smirk. I let the excitement hit her before I stalked her.

“King,” someone called out for me.

“What?” I snapped, looking back at a man in a Michael Meyers mask.

“They are here,” Mars, my security guy said.

He was the person that kept us safe, kept this place free of disturbances and was a genius with a computer.

I growled. “Ok, did you tell Boogie?”

“Yes, he’s in the haunted house already,” he said. “He took care of the first one already.”

“Thanks, I’m on my way,” I said. “Text me when they enter.”

He nodded before walking away.

“Mars,” I yelled.

He turned around.

“I need you to keep an eye on a girl with red hair, makeup like a doll with a patchwork dress,” I said, knowing he would keep it to himself.

“Just keep an eye?” He raised his brow.

“Tell me if she tries to leave and don’t fucking touch her,” I said, walking away before he asked anything else.

The haunted house was our main attraction, but it was also the place where it was easiest to get lost, hence we liked to take people from there. Confusion and fear made people panic, we used it to our advantage, and it made killing them so much easier.

I walked around the haunted house to the back door. It opened to a mudroom we expanded and now used it as sort of a breakroom. Boogie stood there talking to Sarah, who was the woman in charge of the haunted house.

Sometimes she creeped me out, it didn’t help that she dressed like the girl from The Ring and popped out of a TV in one of the rooms. Sarah always had our haunted house in shape. She was one of the few people who knew what we really did here, which made our jobs easier.

“Hey, King!” she yelled.

“Hi, Sarah,” I said, nodding at Boogie.

“Got another one today?” Sarah was always hyper, it was like she was on speed all day, but I knew for a fact she didn’t take any drugs.

“Yeah, we do,” I said.

“Great, I got the room ready if ya need it,” she said, with her big brown eyes.

“Thanks, Sarah,” I said. “We appreciate it.”

“You ready, Boss?” Boogie nodded his head at the door.

“Let’s do it,” I said, following him as he opened the door that led to a hallway behind the rooms.

Screams filled the air as we walked to our spot. It was in the second room we got the best view of who was coming in. The room was just bright enough for us to see our next victims.

My phone vibrated and I took it out of my pocket.

Mars: They are coming in.

Boogie shook his limbs out, stretching his head side to side, making me smirk. He did this every time.

“They are walking in,” I said, looking out for our hit.

They were a couple wanted for the murder of a child, but our research showed they took kids for human trafficking. The parents had come to us, well they came to the Mayor, and they passed it down to us. I was more than ready to rid the earth of them.

The moment they walked in I knew it was them. They looked drugged out, looking at everything, moving in slow motion. Their file said they were meth users, and it definitely showed. They clung tight to each other as they moved on to the next room and we followed until they reached the room where we could grab them.

Nobody scared anyone in here, it was almost completely dark, and it was the perfect place to take our targets away. We entered the room quickly, standing in the corner as they came in. Since the room was so dark, people tended to pause in the middle of the room to gather their bearings before finally seeing the exit. Boogie grabbed the woman as I grabbed the man in a choke hold. He was light enough that I dragged him back to the door, popping it open with my ass, shuffling into the hallway and he passed out. Boogie already had the woman over his shoulder, and we went to our workroom, just down the hall.

“Pigs alive or should we give them mercy?” I asked.

“Fuck that, they deserve to die a horrible death,” he snarled. “If we didn’t need to give POD then I would say let me torture them for a couple of days, but we can flip a coin for it.”

I laughed “Leave their fate to a coin toss?”

“You know me, I’m a gambling man,” he said, with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Fine, heads they die quickly, tails they get eaten alive,” I said, shifting the man’s weight, so I could pull a coin out of my pocket.

I tossed the coin up, catching it in my hand.

“Tails,” I said, walking into a room to get them ready for transport. “I swear, you’re too lucky sometimes.”

“You know how I feel about?—”

He didn’t have to finish his sentence because I knew. He was one of those kids who had been taken, didn’t even know his own name or birthday. I shivered, remembering what he had looked like when I first found him. He was so badly beaten he couldn’t even see out of his eyes.

“King,” Boogie snapped. “Don’t go there, I sure as hell don’t want to.” He laid the woman on the table to get to work, stripping her of her clothes.

“I know,” I said, laying the man down, letting his head hit the table hard.

Boogie proceeded to zip tie the woman’s hands and feet, not being careful with her. He wanted her to wake up and see what we were doing. Her eyes fluttered open, but she couldn’t focus, she was confused just like we wanted her to be. Then she realized what was happening…

Boogie growled at her, stuffing her mouth with a piece of disgusting fabric that probably has dried blood from a previous person. At this point, we could give her staph and not give a shit. They deserved a fate a lot worse than what they were getting.

Boogie let her thrash, allowing the panic to set in. He wanted her scared, reflecting on the life she had lived. I quickly worked on stripping and tying the guy up, putting him in a body bag, when he started to wake up.

“What the fuck!” he yelled.

I shoved a dirty rag in his mouth, taping it shut, hoping he would choke on it and die a very slow death, but I ripped off the tape. Being eaten alive was so much better. He struggled as I zipped up the bag.

Boogie let the woman roll off the table onto the floor, she grunted on impact, and I knew he was close to losing it.

“Do I need to get Mars to help me?” I asked.

Boogie stared down at the woman and I could tell he might snap, his past was closing in on him. He shook his head, but he didn't look at me.

“Boogie,” I said, walking to him.

He still didn’t look at me.

“Don’t,” he clipped.

I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. When his gray eyes met my own, I saw the pain and the animosity. I was about to suggest he stay back while I dumped them off, when I got a better idea.

“Let’s feed the pigs, then we can come back and find our doll,” I said, trying to keep the need out of my voice.

His gaze didn’t change for a minute. He was trapped in his mind, and sometimes the only thing that brought him out was pain. Those were the worst days.

“Ok, I want to find her,” he said, his gaze slowly releasing the past.

“Come on, while we drive I can tell you how great her mouth felt on me.” I grinned.

“She sucked your dick?” he scoffed. “If I didn’t have to take care of the first person, I would have fucked her in the maze of mirrors.”

I raised my brow.

“Come on, I need to come. Let’s get these fuckers to hell before we go find her,” he said, opening the door to make sure no one was coming.

Once the coast was clear, he dragged the man in the bag hitting every bump and rock on the way to the ATV we used for this specific reason. I did the same to the woman, throwing her in the small bed we had in the back. Her screams had died down by the time we started the ATV up. We still got the occasional scream the longer we drove.

Bob, the pig guy, had a farm really close to us. We paid him handsomely and we received a key and a warning to never do anything while he was around. We arrived at the gate and I slipped the key out of my pocket, unlocking the gate, driving close to the pig pen.

The pigs had been conditioned enough that hearing our ATV threw them into a frenzy. We unzipped the man first, throwing him easily into the pen and grabbed the woman who was crying uncontrollably.

“Maybe you should have thought about those kids before you killed them or fucking sold them,” Boogie snarled, as we heard a sickening crunch while the man was still screaming behind the cloth I shoved in his mouth. “You hear your partner, that is the sound of judgment and I hope you rot in hell with someone fucking you against your will over and over again so you know how it feels for these poor kids.”

Boogie tossed her into the pit, and he watched until she stopped screaming. I knew doing these things wouldn’t erase his past, but I felt like it healed a part of him to know he was ridding the earth of this scum. I grabbed my phone, taking pictures and videos.

“Come on, I need my dick sucked,” he said, as another loud crunch came from the pen.

“Only you can talk about getting your dick sucked after watching that,” I chuckled.

“Don’t act like you're not ready to get your dick wet,” he taunted.

I shrugged. “I’m more than fucking ready.”