I remembered the incident as if it had occurred yesterday. I would never forget finding her bloodied and broken body, her fragile bones shattered and her mind fractured beyond repair. What had been done to her was much worse than the revenge I’d exacted on the four men who’d defiled her. She’d lost her will to live, dying only hours later.
The image of her vacant eyes almost pushed me over the edge. Controlling my breathing was often the only way I could curtail my need to indulge in violence.
He was whimpering, tears streaming down his face.
“Much like you took precious women from their families. Wives. Daughters. Friends. You didn’t give a shit, which is why I don’t give a crap about you. Now, you are going to do something for me. You’re going to provide me with your laptop’s password.”
“What?” He wasn’t bad with his acting skills, but no one could hide a lie from their eyes. They always told the truth.
“You heard me. Now, if you choose not to do so, then I guess I’ll find the joy in creating copious amounts of pain. The kind of agony that will have you begging for your death. But it’s up to you.” After placing the knife on the coffee table only a foot away from him, I headed for his bar, taking a look at his collection of liquor.
And his Cuban cigars.
If I was any other man, I’d take my time to indulge in another recreational pastime, but I had business to attend to in the morning.
When he shifted, I caught the slight noise and smiled. My reflexes were well honed, years of weapons training always coming to my benefit.
Before he had a chance to wrap his hand around the weapon, I unsheathed and tossed another knife. The blade was driven into the coffee table in between his flexed fingers.
His scream brought a wider smile to my face.
“Oops. I guess I missed,” I told him. “This time. There won’t be another and I could do this all night. What is the goddamn passcode?” My voice was now little more than a whisper.
It was funny what the thought of being stuck like a pig did to a man.
He rattled it off before he knew what he was doing.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” After retrieving both knives, I sat down and typed in the code, instantly searching his system. Nothing jumped out at me. There were no lists, no little black books per se. However, when I searched his internet history, checking dates, a single website location was listed over and over again.
Sugar Babies.
I laughed softly as I’d heard of the site along with hundreds of others. Our research department kept up with the most favored locations, discovering trends, likes, and dislikes. We incorporated some of our research efforts into our video games.
You could never have too much information on the competition.
I realized within only a few minutes there was a distinct pattern to his search pattern.
“Well, you naughty boy, you,” I told Drew.
The bastard had selected his victims after indulging in their naughty videos.
While some of the women were either wearing masks or hiding their faces altogether from the cameras, others weren’t so shy.
He’d marked his favorites. My guess was after a simple few minutes of sleuthing and a warrant requiring the site to turn over their clients’ real names, they’d have the evidence needed to put Drew away for a very long time.
I took a few seconds, searching the latest ones he’d downloaded. There were four in the last six days, one only a couple of hours earlier. Why not find out about his latest prize? I turned it on, immediately drawn into the moment.
The woman in the video was beautiful, teasing the audience with her smile and vixen methods of seduction. I found myself mesmerized, enticing by the color of lingerie she’d selected for the night’s show.
Purple.
One of my favorite colors.
I could see very little of the room other than a portion of the bed, including what appeared to be a brass headboard.
Drew moaned from behind me, still begging me for his release.
“Shut the fuck up. I’m watching,” I barked, now unable to take my eyes off the sweet goddess of temptation.
