Prologue
Tap. Tap. Tap.
His eyes observed the leaking sink at the room’s extreme.
That error had to be fixed before unpleasant outcomes took hold. But for now, he’d have his fun. Or work. This time it involved a blonde female so it was fun-work.
He studied his reflection on a ceiling glass. Damn he looked good. Just some harmless-looking handsome man.
Or so fools thought.
Chiseled upper body appeared as he stripped away garments. Admiring the fine work of art, he flinched at the memory which came with a scar above his left nipple. That Cuban idiot. What was it? Emilio? Enzo? It didn’t matter now, he was dead just like the rest of them.
A moan perked up his ears.
Good, she was finally awake. He wasn’t bothered that she’d do anything stupid: She was zip-tied to a sturdy table and drugged within an inch of her life.
Pliers and knives in place, he spoke politely but his mind was as depraved as anything.
“You’re my esteemed guest Tanya, please make yourself at home.” Pathetic piece of verminous meat.
The disconcerted woman whimpered as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. Her wide eyes captured the twirling scalpel he held.
He strode towards her, flashing perfect teeth, “This is going to be quite a night. Just you wait.” Your pussy and ass hole gon’ get a real workout. Just you wait.
