up,” a shadow moved and drew closer to the light. The man revealed by the harsh bulb dangling from the ceiling was of average height, with a closely shaved head. He was bare to the waist. His broad chest and huge muscles spoke of his dedication to working out. It was hard to appreciate the sculpted mass of him when my eyes drew down to the needle he held in his hands. And also when I thought of his expressed interest in killing me.
I swallowed. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong girl. Please, let me go.” My voice cracked as I pleaded with The Executioner.
“You, Jade Hunter,” his voice brought chills to my skin. He spoke with absolute authority, “are right where you belong.”
This guy is mental .
I shuffled away, in a frantic effort to escape him. Something cold and strong jarred me back. I glanced down in horror. My legs were chained to the floor. This was not good. The Executioner slowly approached. His dark brown eyes gleamed black in the dim light. Without warning, he stuck the needle into my thigh. I seethed at the sharp pain as he injected the serum into my bloodstream.
“Don’t worry,” he rubbed my hair away from my face. “That’s going to help calm you. I need you to be quiet, okay? The other girl was far too loud.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I warbled, as my limbs suddenly grew heavy.
He stooped low with an expression dancing dangerously close to sympathy. “Why are you doing this to yourself ?”
“Doing… doing what?” I licked my lips.
“Your body is a temple. Have you not heard this before?” He asked.
It sounded like a phrase I’d learned from classes at my Catholic primary school.
The Executioner smiled. “I see in your eyes that you have.” He stood and paced away from me.
My eyes widened at the image on his back. Dark black wings sprawled on his skin, spanning from his shoulders to the low slung waist of his torso. It seemed to gleam against his bronze tone, frighteningly apparent.
He whirled around and caught me staring. “Do you want to ask?” I didn’t. I wanted to get out of here, but maybe if I kept his attention away from sawing my head off, I could buy Carlos and the police time to rescue me. Hope was the only thing keeping me alive.
“Why?” I weakly nodded my head in the direction of his large tattoo.
“I’m a fallen angel. These are my wings.”
I managed to laugh through the haze. “Yeah, right bucko.” The rustle of fabric seemed ten times louder right now. What did this maniac slip me?
He knelt by my side, his eyes beaming a feverish glow. “I am. My penance is to rescue little girls, keep them safe and then maybe God will return my true wings.”
“You rescue girls by killing them?”
“Oh no,” he shook his head. “No, no, no. By setting an example, a road block so they never make your mistakes.”
“My… mistakes?”
“You offer your body to anyone who comes along, forgetting how exquisite you are, how priceless. You feed the lusts of men, degrading the sacrifices that so many have made before you, drawing them into sin.”
I struggled to follow his line of thought which would have been difficult even without the drugs pumping through my system.
“I used to be a… a little girl too. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
“You’ve made your bed,” he stood and brought a basket of items near to me. I noticed that he wore a fresh pair of gloves on his hands. He pressed a button and I winced, wondering if the moment had come when I would lose my life.
“No,” I moaned.
“Sh,” he grabbed my arm as the needle buzzed, “if you move, it will hurt more.”
Tears threatened to fall as I hesitantly asked, “what… are you doing?”
“They need to know. This life is dangerous. What it does to your body, what it does to your soul. Little girls need to know.” I whimpered as he pressed the tattoo machine against my skin. The whirring filled my head and the area that he worked on spread fire through my entire body.
I swallowed. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong girl. Please, let me go.” My voice cracked as I pleaded with The Executioner.
“You, Jade Hunter,” his voice brought chills to my skin. He spoke with absolute authority, “are right where you belong.”
This guy is mental .
I shuffled away, in a frantic effort to escape him. Something cold and strong jarred me back. I glanced down in horror. My legs were chained to the floor. This was not good. The Executioner slowly approached. His dark brown eyes gleamed black in the dim light. Without warning, he stuck the needle into my thigh. I seethed at the sharp pain as he injected the serum into my bloodstream.
“Don’t worry,” he rubbed my hair away from my face. “That’s going to help calm you. I need you to be quiet, okay? The other girl was far too loud.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” I warbled, as my limbs suddenly grew heavy.
He stooped low with an expression dancing dangerously close to sympathy. “Why are you doing this to yourself ?”
“Doing… doing what?” I licked my lips.
“Your body is a temple. Have you not heard this before?” He asked.
It sounded like a phrase I’d learned from classes at my Catholic primary school.
The Executioner smiled. “I see in your eyes that you have.” He stood and paced away from me.
My eyes widened at the image on his back. Dark black wings sprawled on his skin, spanning from his shoulders to the low slung waist of his torso. It seemed to gleam against his bronze tone, frighteningly apparent.
He whirled around and caught me staring. “Do you want to ask?” I didn’t. I wanted to get out of here, but maybe if I kept his attention away from sawing my head off, I could buy Carlos and the police time to rescue me. Hope was the only thing keeping me alive.
“Why?” I weakly nodded my head in the direction of his large tattoo.
“I’m a fallen angel. These are my wings.”
I managed to laugh through the haze. “Yeah, right bucko.” The rustle of fabric seemed ten times louder right now. What did this maniac slip me?
He knelt by my side, his eyes beaming a feverish glow. “I am. My penance is to rescue little girls, keep them safe and then maybe God will return my true wings.”
“You rescue girls by killing them?”
“Oh no,” he shook his head. “No, no, no. By setting an example, a road block so they never make your mistakes.”
“My… mistakes?”
“You offer your body to anyone who comes along, forgetting how exquisite you are, how priceless. You feed the lusts of men, degrading the sacrifices that so many have made before you, drawing them into sin.”
I struggled to follow his line of thought which would have been difficult even without the drugs pumping through my system.
“I used to be a… a little girl too. Aren’t you supposed to protect me?”
“You’ve made your bed,” he stood and brought a basket of items near to me. I noticed that he wore a fresh pair of gloves on his hands. He pressed a button and I winced, wondering if the moment had come when I would lose my life.
“No,” I moaned.
“Sh,” he grabbed my arm as the needle buzzed, “if you move, it will hurt more.”
Tears threatened to fall as I hesitantly asked, “what… are you doing?”
“They need to know. This life is dangerous. What it does to your body, what it does to your soul. Little girls need to know.” I whimpered as he pressed the tattoo machine against my skin. The whirring filled my head and the area that he worked on spread fire through my entire body.
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