One- Deacon
One - Deacon
“Fuck you” she screamed as I shoved every inch I had into her. I’ve never been one to shy away from making a girl scream, especially when they scream so beautifully. Gripping the chains that held her hands above her head, I smiled as I leaned in next to her ear.
“Well, since you asked so nicely,” I groaned, darting my tongue out to taste the sweat on her neck.
“Mmh, you taste so lovely.” pulling away from her body, I took my time to look at the assortment of toys and playthings on the table in front of me. Picking up one at a time, watching the light dance across each metallic coating.
“You know what my favourite thing about metal is?” I asked, selecting the largest toy out of my collection.
“Your reflection?” she gasped out.
“Funny,” I chuckled, pointing the toy at her. “You’re a funny girl.”
“I aim to please,” she said smugly.
“No, my favourite thing,” I smile as I walk up to her. “Is how easy blood cleans off it.” I wasted no time plunging the knife deep into her leg, moaning as she screamed. Giving her a moment to process the pain, I couldn’t help but admire the beauty around us.
The abandoned barn in the middle of the mountains was the best place to get information. Although it was abandoned, no one dared come here. It was “haunted,“, especially with the bodies hidden in wild animals’ stomachs.
One day, I’d take ownership and fix it up. My “aunt” Suzie would remain the owner of the abandoned slice of heaven.
“Now be a good girl and tell me, Where is your boss?” I turned growling at her as she whimpered from the pain.
“I swear I don’t know. The last time I saw him was in the club.” she cried out.
“What club!” I yelled at her, my patience wearing thin.
“Apocalypse! The motorcycle club!” she cried out, feeling the cool metal of another knife against her skin. “Please, that’s all I know! I swear”
Pulling her close, I let her sob into my shoulder. As I hushed her, I thanked her for her help and information. Calming her before I slipped my knife into her chest, allowing her to slump over. I think she knew she wouldn’t be leaving here alive. She had a history of abusing her children. Their father was the better parent, but fucking courts. Only 6.6% of fathers get to have their children within their homes, and it sickens me. The mother is not always the sweet, nurturing thing they claim they are.
Sliding my knife out of her chest, I got to work disposing of the body. She wasn’t the largest woman but she would qualify as my workout for the night. Letting her body drop onto the plastic, I sighed. She was beautiful, but she was a selfish bitch with no regard for her children’s health or well-being. No parent should ever backhand a child, regardless of the child’s actions.
As the sun peaked over the hills, I couldn’t help but smile. I was one step closer to ending that man’s life and getting the revenge I needed to heal. He would never lay another hand on anyone—man, woman or child.
Retreating to my car, I texted my cleaner with a pickup location for the vehicle. He would be there waiting with a clean set of clothes for me and another car before he got to work, stripping the night’s events from this one.
The blood had begun to mix with the mud, drying in crackled spots across my skin. Although it was insanely itchy and the blood had been sticky, it felt nice knowing there was one less person out there hurting others.
“Late as always,” Chuck mumbled as I got out of the car. Throwing him the keys, I took the bag of clothes, walking straight into the open hotel room.
“At least I’m consistent.” I chuckled before knocking fists with Johnny, who sat on the bed watching some stupid teenage drama on the out-of-date television. Chuck didn’t say anything coherent as I went to the shower.
It took thirty minutes to scrub the mud and blood from my hair and skin. Unfortunately for me, the water turned cold about halfway through. A lake of glacier water would have been warmer.
Walking out in the baggy clothes, I couldn’t help but notice that Chuck had forgotten to pack a bra. Did I mention that I was gifted in that region?
“One day, you might remember that I have two giant balls of fucking fat attached to my chest and will bring me a goddamn bra. It doesn’t need to be a fancy one. Just a fucking sports bra, you fucking wanker.” I grumbled, throwing the plastic bag of soiled clothes at him. He would burn it for me once he got back to the shop.
“Maybe if you left prepacked bags with me, I wouldn’t risk forgetting your shit,” Chuck grumbled, throwing a pretzel at me. The man eats more than one would think with his slender frame. I can’t remember when I didn’t see him with food in his hand.
“Alright, I’m out, boys. Thanks for everything.” I said, giving each a fist bump before hitting the road in the black 2007 jeep wrangler outside. I had to get home and get some sleep if I was going to scoop out Apocalypse tonight.
