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Bane Stratus
SHE RECOILED FROM my touch. I knew she recognized my voice. She had too. How could you forget the voice of the man you destroyed? I stroked the side of her check, relishing in the uptake of her breath as my fingers scorched her skin. Grabbing the back of her neck I pulled her closer. She yelped. God, I love that sound.
"Don't fight it darlin, our time has come. Your mine, and when this end, you will still be mine" I lick her cheek, drowning in her scent and taste. "You will bleed, you will suffer, and I will take what I'm owed".
I wasn't always this cruel. I never wanted to be a killer. I sure as hell didn't want to be a criminal like my old man. But sometimes fate has different ideas.
I spent three years in prison because of this deceitful cunt. She put me away for murder. A murder she committed. While in prison I became violent. Well, more violent then I already was. After beating the shit out of my cellmate, for reasons I won’t go into. I was approached by a society called the Elite.
They wanted a killer, and they saw that in me. They would make sure I wasn’t touched and that I got off on a technicality, if I give them a murdering bastard, who would kill anyone for them without question. Me.
They got me out after three long fucking years. They offered me a job right out of prison, with enough money to start new. Some family man who obviously did some shady shit, but I didn’t ask. I slit his throat without thinking about it. I was a changed man. No remorse, no humanity. A monster.
After that first kill, I took the money and moved back to Detroit. But this time I’m not living in squalor. I live in modest house with a very secluded environment. The whole house is sound proof. With cameras set up all around. I stay to myself and travel frequently to do jobs for the Elite. But this is the first time I have been home this long, or brought a job to my home. She is special, she is personal.
I circled her, waiting for her to speak or whimper anything, to show me how frightened she was. But instead she straightened her spine and prepared her body for whatever it is I was going to do to her. Still so brave. But that bravery, that I once adored, won't help her now.
"Bane, listen...." Before she could finish her sentence, my palm comes across her check. "Don't say my name" I growl. I didn't need to hear her excuses or her apology I needed to hear her scream.
"I didn't h-have a choice" she stuttered.
"We all have choices, darlin. You just chose the wrong one".
I want her to see my face, the face of the man she betrayed. I remove the blindfold and she hisses at my touch. I want her to see the hatred in my eyes. To know she destroyed the only person that will ever love her, because once I'm done with her, no one will have her. I untie the blindfold from behind her head, she gasps as she takes in the room. Or shall I say cell. Bare walls encase her. There is toilet to the left and a sink. There isn't even a mattress to lay her little head. That is a privilege.
She starts to twist, trying to take some pressure off her arms. Which I know are tired, but I don't really care. She deserves everything that is happening. The old me would have taken care of her, held her, but she killed the old me. When her eyes contact mine, she frowns. She knows we are done. But that doesn't stop her from trying.
"I had no choice, she made me. You have to believe me" She gasped through clenched teeth. She was in pain. Good.
"I don't. Plus, even if I did. You aren’t here for me, well not exactly. Someone hired me to do many things to you, very specific. Seems I am not the only person you have wronged", I point to the wall, where a small camera can be seen, "You’re on camera, darlin. Our benefactor can see and hear everything. And they want to hear you scream." I leave her with that, and walk out the door, locking it behind me. She can't go anywhere anyways, but you can never be too careful. As I retreated up the stairs, I could hear her screams as she begged to be released. I smiled. Good.
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After leaving the basement, I walked to my office and grabbed the whiskey and sat behind my desk, I ran my hands over my face. This is harder than I thought it would be. I keep thinking about Danny. This is his baby sister. He would kill me for what I was about to do. Hell, the old me would have killed me for hurting her. But she betrayed me. He must understand. But he is gone. He isn't here to stop me.
She pretends to be innocent. She pretends to care about me. Even now, when I know who she really is. She fooled even Danny into thinking she was pure and good. He gave up his life to protect her. I have given up my freedom.
I don't know who hired me, but whoever did, despised Jesse almost as much as me. The plan is to let her hang. But a part of me wants to be near her. She is still as beautiful as she was years ago. If only her outside matched her insides. I can't let her distract me from the end deal. The Elite will let me go after this last job. I have enough money saved up to live comfortably and to start over. No more killing. She is a means to an end. A beautiful torturous end.
But there is still a part of me that wants to touch her. Comfort her and take her home. An old part of me that I thought had died long ago. I can still taste her beautiful pussy and the smell of arousal that coated her. I can still hear her moans as she came apart. The way she would shiver slightly as I ran my fingertips crossed her erect nipple. She was exquisite. Stop. Shit. She isn’t mine. Not then and not now. She should suffer. I need her tears. So, the Elite can let me go, and then I can finally be set free.