Destiny's Wrath (Destiny Series - Book 3) by Straight, Nancy (read full novel .txt) 📗

always clears my head after I can listen to screams for a while. I have some plans later tonight that will require all my focus.”

“Screams? You aren’t going to hurt her, are you?”

“Hmmm, pain, just like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Don’t worry. You’re a respected police detective. No woman in her right mind would ever report you as a sexual deviant.”

“But, I’m more of a missionary man, not a deviant.”

“Don’t worry. After our encounter this evening, you might be surprised by what you are or aren’t.”

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Several hours later, Bert was looking at his face in the mirror again. He stood in his bathroom and glanced back into his bedroom. Cynthia had fallen asleep. They had been in the throes of passion for over an hour, and it looked as though she had finally given way to exhaustion. He had never had that kind of stamina, ever. Bert hadn’t been in the driver’s seat; he was in observer mode nearly the entire time.

He quietly asked, “You didn’t hurt her, right?”

“No, she was far more adventuresome than I expected for a suburban professional. You’ll not want to keep a date with her by yourself, at least until you’ve had a chance to pick up some new moves. We’ll continue to work as a team.”

“I could get used to this.”

“You remember our agreement? I’ve kept up my end of the bargain; I’ll need you to give me your body for a few hours.”

“What’re you going to do now?”

“Do you really want to know? I will tell you, but I believe you may prefer to be kept in the dark on this one. It is for my enjoyment this time, not yours.”

“Uh, okay. Where do I go?”

“Just slip into the darkness. I’ll summon you when I’m done.”

Just like that, Bert was gone. Samael was pleased with his obedience, a welcomed change from the headstrong teenager he’d been co-habitating with these last months. Samael looked at this body in the mirror and spoke aloud to himself, “Not bad. A little too tightly wound, but he has a nice physique.” Samael extended his fingers then wound them tightly into a fist, flexing the muscles on his arms and examining Bert’s body more closely, when a voice called from the bed, “That was incredible. I feel like cooked pasta.”

Samael smiled to himself, then slowly responded, “I feel as though I might not have given my best effort earlier.” He began sauntering back to the bed where Cynthia was propped up on a pillow, “How would you like to give me another shot?”

“Bert, I’m spent. I think I’ll need to pass this time. How about tomorrow?”

Samael shook his head, “Oh, my dear, I insist. I intend to ruin you for all other men. You’ll be my Little Pet.”

She half-heartedly laughed, “Stick a fork in me, Sweetie, I’m done.”

“Hmm, an interesting idea, but, My Pet, I can assure you - you are far from done. I merely permitted you a rest. I knew you would need your strength.” Samael scooped up her hand in his and brought her wrist to his lips. “A little advice to you: I love screams – loud and long. I like to know that I am the reason for them. Nothing will satisfy me more than hearing your fear wrapped in your shrieks. Give me what I want, and I’ll leave you in a state where you won’t walk tomorrow. You won’t deny me my little thrill, will you, My Pet?”

Samael could see the fear on Cynthia’s face. He smiled wickedly back at her, “That’s it, My Pet. I feel your fear. Show me how scared you are.”

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Samael looked at Cynthia’s body lying limp under him. If he didn’t know better, he would have thought he killed her, but he did know better. Shallow as it was, she was breathing. Samael examined the marks he left on her, a very nice collection, reminders for her. She would not be able to block out what he had done to her. She proved to have an extremely high threshold for pain; he looked forward to their next encounter. Samael rifled through a drawer and found a pen and a small piece of paper.

My Pet,

Sorry to leave you, but duty calls. I’ll expect to see you here again tomorrow night, 7 p.m. Do not be tardy. Wear something sexy.

Master

Samael sneered to himself as he put the note in her hand. After everything he had subjected her to, she would be back. He had given her a taste of how sadistic he could be; her pleading for him to stop still echoed in his mind. She wouldn’t want to displease him.

Samael knew Bert would be pleased to see her again, too. Bert would be oblivious to this second encounter. Samael knew he would have to develop Bert’s taste for this or convince him to leave again. He would see what kind of shape Cynthia was in tomorrow at seven.

Samael dressed and picked up Bert’s cell phone, scrolling through the contacts. He selected the contact that said, “Thornton,” and dialed.

Chapter 15

“Hello, Dennis?”

“Hi, Bert, what’s up?”

“I was wondering if you have been badgered by a young couple from Ridgeville?”

“Uh, I guess so. They are nosing around about the case.”

“What do you know about them?”

“Well, not much. They seem okay. They met with Jimmy’s mother and have asked me some questions.”

“Really? What kind of questions?”

“They are pretty adamant about wanting to speak with Jimmy. They say he’s got a friend that put him up to this, but they don’t know his last name or where he lives. It sounds like a rabbit hole to me.”

“I’m sure it is. What is this supposed delinquent’s name?”

“They said his name was Samael, but like I said, they didn’t have any information on him. I told them to get a hold of me if they could get any information on his identity or his whereabouts. It feels fishy, but the kid might have had an accomplice.”

“Hmmm, I don’t like loose