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  “Oh, yes, the chemical peel,” I reply as it all comes back to me.

  “If that’s what you want to call it. The bitch is unrecognizable. Skin is fried and charred-looking and oozing out infection. Must be painful, but so was her stealing from this club and trying to pin it on Rogue’s deceased old lady. She had to have known we’d find out the truth and her time walking this planet was limited. But, you know what they say, you can’t fix stupid.” He shrugs.

  “Oh, how was I supposed to know car battery acid could be so powerful?” I ask rhetorically, peering up at him through my lashes.

  He just smiles in return at me. “I guess you’re just one smart little creative chemist. Now, go fix up room two before I start losing my patience, woman.”

  Doing as he asks, I turn and saunter away, entering the cold, darkness otherwise known as room two before switching on the light; startling and nearly blinding our victim. He’s bound and handcuffed to a small pipe in the room. I look back as I can feel my man making sure all is good before stepping away from me. My eyes meet his and I nod, letting him know Billings is still secured and not to worry. “Rise and shine, Billings,” I say to him as he rubs his obviously light-sensitive eyes open. “Are you ready for your facelift?”

  “Fuck you, you sick cunt!” he sneers as he screams out at me.

  “Look at that, Shara, he’s flirting with you,” Pyro says as he pulls the door closed.

  Never taking my eyes from my target, I hear my man's words and they bring a smirk to my face. “Aww, you are flirting now aren’t you? Well, I am bought over easily with flattery. Looks like this one is all on me, completely free of charge. You lucky sucker,” I taunt him, feeling the thrill of the pain I’m about to inflict on him pump viciously through my veins.

  “Get away from me, you fucked up bitch!” He squirms and kicks his legs and feet toward me while trying to get himself uncuffed somehow.

  “Welp, my services are no longer free of charge. I mean how do you expect me to perform a work of art while you’re wiggling like a fish on land?” I momentarily leave the room to grab a mild, injectable sedative. When he notices what’s in my hand he begins to holler and cry out for help. Without hesitation, I remove the cap to the needle and quickly jab him in the upper arm.

  I watch the light dim from his eyes as the medication does its job, a satisfied grin is plastered on my face from ear to ear. I can feel the stretch of my skin bringing forward a euphoric feeling. I get off on this, these activities hold off the beast that is always scratching me from the inside out. I struggle with it; this is the only thing that settles my racing heart. As the daze takes over him, and his body visibly relaxes, my fingers shake with the need to carve his face. The Joker face Rogue put on Bobby fucking Kelson won’t have shit on how I implement the tortures I have planned. That thought causes a giggle to escape me. I’m not a giggle type of person, so it catches me off-guard. Clamping my hand over my mouth to stop the laughter from erupting again, I roll my eyes at myself. “You’re a sadistic evil motherfucker, anyone ever tell you that before,” Mr. Billing’s slurs.

  “You need to hold off on the compliments, they’ll get you nowhere now,” I gleefully exclaim. “You had your chance for free services, you blew that for yourself. And, I’ll have you know, not that it’s any of your business, that I’ve never fucked a mother. Or any female for that matter. I like my fucks to have biologically attached appendages between the legs.” My calm demeanor has his eyes opening back wide.

  “You belong in the looney-bin, lady.”

  “See, there you go flirting with me again,” I purr.

  His head lolls to the side. I wink at him when I notice the struggle he has over his body’s functions. “You’re sick.”

  “Thank you. It is a natural part of my personality. Took me a few years to fully embrace, but I rather do love who I am. The big trend these days is all about self-love and acceptance.” Nothing this man will say to me will ease his suffering. He can keep all of his beautiful words to himself.

  Walking out of the room, I walk over to the waste disposal bin to throw away my bloody clothes and towels. As I head over to the sink to wash my hands, I feel strong arms wrap around me from behind. “Fuck you’re sexy coated in that hue of crimson red. Feel how hard you make me?” He shoves his lower body into mine and his erection probes me. My panties instantaneously dampen with desire in need for him.

  “All this blood turns you on, DP, doesn’t it? What about when I do this?” I take my hands, still covered in the metallic smelling substance and rub it on my bra-covered chest. “Or this?” I place my fingers next to my mouth and streak it down my neck. “Hmm, I have an itch here,” I cup my hand and place it over my lace covered mound. I watch as his eyes dilate and his tongue slips out and runs along his bottom lip. “I’ve got somewhere else better suited for that tongue of yours, DP.”

  “You know just what I like, woman. Come here.” He steps back then motions me over to him with a repetitive strumming finger. As if I’m in a trance from his words alone, my feet immediately close in the few steps separating our bodies.

  “You beckoned,” I purr.

  “Drop to your knees,” he instructs with a husky tone. My mouth is watering with the exuberant command he’s issued. “Swallow my dick.” His dominance in the bedroom has always been a huge turn on for me. Using my teeth, I lean forward and unzip his jeans. “Fuck yeah,” he says, reaching out and grabbing a fist full of my hair. He brings my head closer to his groin as his dick presses harder into the snug fitness of his jeans. Since my hands are still dirty, I again use my teeth to bring the button loose from the hole that keeps his pants on his hips. “Fuck this,” leaves his lips and he momentarily retreats, grabbing one of the gallons of water we have sitting around before also retrieving the large bottle of sanitizer. My eyes lazily follow his every move. Returning to me, he grabs a hold of my wrists and pours water over them, washing away the nearly dried blood. “Wipe them on my jeans,” he orders me to dry my wet hands. Once I’m done, he sets the gallon down and holds up the sterilizing liquid. Palms up, I extend my hands and he pours a generous amount on them and I lather them up as if I’d just washed them; letting them air dry. “Now, back to business, my little savage,” he states, regaining the fistful of hair he had earlier.

  Pyro

  She lifts her hands up and pulls me fully from my jeans. My hips instinctively shift forward in anticipation of her heated mouth covering all ten inches of my cock. As her mouth widens as far as her lips will allow, I take my dick in hand and place the head on the tip of her lips. Opening her mouth, she swipes her tongue across my tip, licking the precum. My cock twitches at the touch of her watering mouth making contact. Placing her hand at the base of my dick she grips me firmly before opening her mouth wide and taking all of me in. She’s a goddamn pro at this, I swear. No woman has ever been able to take me whole the way she does and every time gives me the thrill of it being the first. My eyes close as they roll backward, taking me to a place only she can. I can feel my body tense and my toes begin to curl. With her hair still gripped in my fist, I help push her further onto my dick. She continually sucks, licks, and strokes me into explosion. My little savage is most definitely a beast in and outside of bedroom activities. She drinks me in, swallowing every drop I offer before taking one last suck, tugging any remaining come from my cock. Looking up at me through her lashes, her expression seeks out my approval.

  “Fuck, baby, I love you so damn much,” I express, giving her the validation, she sought. Placing my hands under her armpits, I pull her up before grabbing her waist, giving her the cue to jump up and wrap her legs around my waist; and she does. Her arms rest on my shoulders as I lower my own and hold her by the cheeks of her plump ass. “Time to make you come all over me now.” I can feel my dick begin to stiffen again as I look into her lustful eyes.

  My phone buzzes and I ignore it as I walk us over to the table where our torturing instruments are. Shoving them to the side, I make room to
set her down so I can fuck her hard. Again, my phone buzzes, causing my blood to change temperatures. “Check it, DP. I can wait a few more minutes. What if it’s Rogue?”

  Frustrated and annoyed, I know she’s right. So, I retrieve my cell from my pocket. “Fuck!” I roar, “it is Rogue. He wanted me to text him once we were done and I did. Only, I haven’t finished off Billings, yet. He says the Magician and his crew are on the way. Which means we need to get out of here. Motherfucker! I’m sorry, baby. I need to go finish him so we can leave.” Unable to help myself, I reach into the front of her jeans and slide my fingers in between her thighs and onto her pussy. Christ, she’s so wet and ready for me. I slip one finger inside her, causing a moan to escape from her lips. “Damn you’re so ready for me.”

  “I stay ready, Pyro.” As I pull my finger from her she lets out a small whimper.

  “Sorry, lover. But rest assured the moment we get home, you’re all mine, all night. We won’t be getting much rest,” I relay to her as I suck her juices from my finger and watch her eyes light up.

  She hops down from the table. “Well, go on,” she sassily orders me, “finish off Billings so we can get back to fuck-fest twenty-nineteen.”

  Giving her a firm kiss on the lips, I assure her of my swift return, “Be right back.”

  2

  Shara

  “Shara, baby, wake up!” The loud voice of my man combined with the force behind his nudges jolts me from a deep slumber.

  Raising straight up into a sitting position on our bed, my eyes barely have a moment to adjust before I’m bombarded with twenty questions.

  “Are you okay? Are you worried about your dad? Is our favorite past time getting to be too much?” The concern in his voice is deep and sincere, causing me to feel perplexed as I attempt to recall what I was just dreaming about. It was so vivid, much like the other ones I’ve had over the years. But I still need a moment to process. He leans in close to me with narrowed eyes and questions me yet again; only this time I sense a streak of jealousy in his tone, “Who the fuck is Kajo?” I can feel my forehead and nose crinkle at his last inquiry as I look him square in his amber-colored orbs. “Well?”

  My voice comes out raspy and my brain is still trying to compute everything. “Can you slow the fuck down? For fuck’s sake what time is it?” My eyes are still adjusting to being awake, “Damn, we fucked until the sun was damn near about to rise. My body’s worn out, DP. Must’ve sent me into a deep sleep.”

  “I don’t need a recap of last night's events, Shara, I was there. And don’t answer any of my questions with a question, dammit.” He smacks the mattress. “This, whatever this is, nightmares or whatever you wanna call it have only been getting worse. Now, I wanna know what’s going on and who the fuck this Kajo motherfucker is you keep crying for.” His lips thin and I can see and feel the murderous energy radiating from him.

  “Kajo? Don’t be silly, Pyro. Sounds like something extremely random I probably made up and mumbled. Because I can assure you that I’ve never heard that name before in my life. And how are you gonna act jealous and hold me accountable somehow for some shit happening when I am asleep?” I sneer at him. “And I can’t remember the other seventy-two questions you bombed me with, either. I haven’t even had coffee yet. But, the one thing I do recall about our playtime at the warehouse? No, that is not becoming too much for me and I defy you to take that away from me.”

  “Listen, my love,” he begins, rubbing his temples and addressing me in a much softer tone, “this has slowly been progressing; these nightmares of yours. And, this is the second time you’ve called out for your dad and someone named Kajo. It’s not mumbled, in fact it is extremely clear.” He lowers his head down and hesitates before speaking again, “you even begged this Kajo person to ‘help Mommy.’”

  Shaking my head, I let out a sigh. “Further proof that the way you wreck my body for hours on end apparently exhausts me mentally, too. You know that my mother passed away shortly after giving birth to me. I never knew her, never had a bond with her. Hell, most people in my shoes would’ve felt like something was missing their entire lives. It would’ve mentally and emotionally fucked them up. Oddly enough, I wasn’t one of them. Having my dad was plenty. He made up for whatever it was someone like me should’ve been missing.”

  Placing his hand on the top of my forearm, he draws in my complete attention when he speaks, “Look, I wouldn’t change a hair on your head as you wouldn’t mine. But, let’s face the facts here, shall we? Neither one of us are what anyone, including most medical and psychiatric professionals, would consider to be ‘normal’. We’re two extremely warp-minded and sadistic individuals. Facts are facts. And if we wanna make excuses or find the reasons behind the way we are, I can tell you without a doubt that mine stems from having my parents murdered when I was a child.”

  His words leave me contemplating. Could it be? I mean, he is right, I suppose. I’ve always had a side to me that I couldn’t explain and kept hidden from the world; a mean streak if you will. Or, at least when I was much younger that’s how I would describe it. It never took much to get my temper fired up. As I got older, and never grew out of it per se, I had my dad put me in different self-defense classes. Mainly because I had a need to fight and hit things. It was a great way to get the pent-up aggression out, and if I happened to draw blood on myself or anyone else, all the better. Aside from my dad, nobody knew this about me. Not a soul knew the masochist or sadist sides I have, including my best friend, Novalee. When I left for California, my daddy decided to make the move, too. He gave me my space, but being his only child, he wanted to be closer to me seeing as how I thought the move was for good. Now, he’s deciding whether or not to move back to Texas. Well, he’s flying back here next week to visit and potentially look for a place if he does make the decision to come back permanently. I guess it might be time to have a discussion with him; pick his brain some and hopefully see if I can locate some of the missing pieces if there are any. “I’ll talk to my dad about these dreams; see if he has any input as to where they are stemming from. Other than what I’ve said to you, I have nothing more I can say on the matter,” I nonchalantly shrug my shoulders. “Now, if we’re done examining my mind and the terrors that plague me in my sleep, I’d like to get a cup of coffee in me before we continue with you probing me.”

  “If I was calling out another woman’s name in my sleep, you wouldn’t be so easy going about this. We’d be physically battling and going down an emotional roller coaster. Put yourself in my position, Shara.”

  “Can we table this discussion for a later date and time, I’m fucking exhausted, Pyro.” His eyebrows raise when I say his road name instead of using Dark Prince; the moniker I’ve labeled him as.

  “Sure, why the hell not. We’ll just brush it under the rug like all the other trash we refuse to speak about.” His words are like a knife slaying my soul. I don’t try to keep anything from him, he knows all about the monster I harbor inside of me, but there are holes in my life that I can’t remember. Much to his disdain, there’s nothing I can do about that. There’s no way I’ll go see a shrink and have them dig into my mind's voided area. Instead of answering him with a smartassed response, I get out of bed; naked, and saunter my way into the kitchen. As soon as I have a pot of coffee brewing, he enters, in nothing more than his boxers. “There’s no one here, you didn’t have to cover yourself on my account,” I scoff. This is what he does, he hides behind his ‘armor’ hindering my enjoyment of his fat as fuck cock. He may think he’s shielding himself from me, but he forgets that I know every square inch of his delectable body.

  “I don’t feel like prancing around naked as a jaybird this morning, sue me,” he snaps at me. I wince from the harshness emanating from his tone. “Let’s just have our damn coffee, no need to discuss anything, wouldn’t you agree?” I nod my head in agreement, then spread my legs wide and place my feet up on the counter. His eyes zero in on my pussy as his tongue comes out to swipe his bottom lip; hi
s tell-tale sign when he’s becoming aroused.

  “I’m just gonna sit here, air out and enjoy my coffee,” I bat my eyelashes at him. Knowing what I’m doing, but can’t help myself. An angry DP is a master when it comes to fucking.

  “You attempting to tame my beast, Shara? Got news for you, it isn’t working. If anything, you’re bringing him to the forefront.”

  “I see your lips moving, DP, but I can’t seem to understand a word leaving your mouth,” I taunt him, placing the tip of my finger over my clit. His eyes zoom in on that bundle of nerves calling for attention. I begin circling my finger, ramping up my desire. “You wanna watch while I do something worthwhile as we wait on our coffee?”