“You’d have to actually wake up like the rest of the world for that to work, and it would have to be very early.”
“What time?” I cock a brow.
He tightens his grip on the sheep when it starts to whine and wiggle. “Six a.m.”
My mouth gapes. It’s a coincidence but it’s one I may be able to work with to feed a fantasy I may otherwise not be able to. “Okay. Six a.m. it is. I’ll set my alarm.”
“See you then. Oh, and here’s this back.” Walking closer, he holds the lamb out to me and I take it. “I have lunch and something else to get to.”His lips tilt and he steps back, lowering the front of his hat. “See you later, Little Bo.”
I choke on my next breath, rendered speechless while watching him wink as he strides back to his truck. No, he can’t know. Another coincidence, and one I’m yet again going to use while I prepare my body for a nap. Sheep Finder will message me, and I’ll pretend the guy who actually does return my sheep to me is also the one who tells me to come.
Six
Nicolas
The next few hours pass by slowly, and normally, holding pliers to a man’s tongue is a favorite pastime of mine. I love getting them to sputter their confessions, to give up names through tears and desperation-ridden eyes right before I cover the room in their blood.
It’s not as satisfying after spending the morning with my little herder, though. How someone could be so cute and sexy at the same time I don’t know, but he does both words justice. He was so fucking needy too, eager to hear my praise and for me to tell him to come. I don’t know what got him to the edge more, holding out for the words or me saying them. I’m normally a fan of a good edging—it’s like playing with my food right before devouring it—but today I wanted to see him mess all over the place.
Those sounds and the way his body shook . . . they had me stuck in my head all day, and getting away from my thoughts of him didn’t last long.
“You’re going to let me go now, right?” the man begs. Once again, nothing; my body and brain would rather be somewhere else. In my roomor truck, on the other side of my phone or computer screen, watching my Little Bo touch himself and practice getting ready for me.
“No. I’ve had a change of heart.” I grin and his eyes widen, hands in fists as he struggles against the ropes. I yank his tongue out more, closing my fingers around the handles, and his tongue falls into his lap, blood squirting on my face. I tug him by his hair, tilting his head back before yanking out each of his front teeth.
His body convulses, eyes rolling into the back of his head, and I keep going, torturing him more for taking up so much of my time. I missed Patrick’s video because I was stuck down here for hours, using several tactics to get the information I needed. We could have done this quickly and easily, but of course this man had to make me work harder for it, so now I’m making him work harder for the end of his misery.
Gurgling sounds surround me, and he twitches a few more times before going lifeless as I remove one of his eyes. Getting up from my stool, I take off my gloves and toss them in a metal trash can. The stench of blood is stronger than before, decorating my arms and clothes. Would my little Bo get pleasure out of watching me work like I do him?
Or would he be disgusted and scared? I’ve avoided relationships and dating for a reason. One-night stands had gotten too risky and I was worried what would happen when I craved more. I never did until now, and that more keeps growing. Like I said before, when I want something, I fucking want it. I burn for it and froth at the fucking mouth going after it. And I want my little Bo. His sweet little innocent moments, his bad days, his good days and those moments where he isn't afraid to let his deepest desires out. I'm trying not to take too much at one time but it's getting difficult to hold back. I've been doing my best to stay busy with work while struggling not to look in on him every now and then, but fuck does he look so welcoming sleeping naked above the covers with his hips arched.
With a new set of gloves on, I get a zip-lock bag from the shelf in the corner and gather all the small pieces of my little friend inside to leave for his brother. Maybe this will get him to leave my client alone, and hopefully with all the names I got of the men planning to sabotage him, he’ll pay me to go after them too.
Not like I’m hurting for clients. People always have enemies and spouses they want to see pay. As long as they do, I don’t have to worry about money, or about losing control of the dark hunger inside me with anyone I care about. Not that I have very many of those left. Another reason I keep people at a distance. I can't stand to lose anyone else due to who I am. Due to the consequences that come with my line of work.
Blood drips onto the plastic tarp covering my floor and I wrap the body up, carrying it to my truck bed. Once loaded, I return to what I call my office and wash everything off with the hose, not stopping until the water going down the drain in the floor is clear. I mop the floors with bleach and burn all the evidence in the trash bin. All except one tooth. I drop it into a jar with the rest and place it behind a picture on the wall, shoving it deep into the hole. They’re keepsakes. Reminders of what I’m capable of and how far I’ve come.
They’d also be my downfall if anyone found them, but I needed the small risk after everything started to feel so easy. Since I don’t make deliveries to my brother’s place until nightfall, I have plenty of time to kill with the person I’d much rather have tied up in my house. Picturing him down here, so close to the real me and knowing what I’ve done, sends a thrill through me.
After fixing myself a sandwich, I stomp toward my computer and bring up Little Bo Peep’s site, sending him a message.
Sheep Finder:Are you able to leave your room tonight?
Little Bo Peep:Negative. My phone is older and the quality is getting worse, along with the connection. I'm trying to keep everything on my webcam going forward until I can get a better setup.
Sheep Finder:I can send you money for a new one.
Little Bo Peep:On top of what you’re already giving me?
Sheep Finder:Yes, we can call it a gift.
Little Bo Peep:You mean like the one you’re supposedly getting to me somehow.
Sheep Finder:Yes.
Little Bo Peep:Whatever you want. It’s your money.
I almost tell him he’s mine too, but we can wait for that, for when I have my cock buried deep inside him and I’m leaving my fingerprints behind on his pretty neck.