Chapter 6: Part 4

Richard had waited long enough. He decided to get to work on the new bitch. The girl woke when he shoved the needle through her nipple. She screamed and cursed. Her pain excited him. If only he could find a new woman every day to do this to. He could already tell that this one wouldn't last long. The pain would dull her senses. Eventually she wouldn't even scream.



If he had done this woman like the rest of his cache, he would have probably dropped her. He was glad he had just grabbed her from the street. She wasn't worth a long time operation.



"What is your name?"



She rose up and spit at his face.



"Damn, you're a feisty one."



He grabbed her ear and held her still. The piercing gun came up, ready to hit her lobe. She flinched, pulling away at the last minute.



"Fuck." His blood pumped fast and hard almost blinding him. He struck back, slamming both fists down on her face. She twitched before passing out. Spittle blew out of his mouth and onto her face. His anger ebbed, and now he was sorry he'd hit her.



"Damn it, you bitch. Why did you go and do that?"



He reached for a bottle of whisky, drinking down a huge swig, calming his nerves. Since the bitch was out he decided to play. He loaded the piercing gun over and over again, marking her body randomly. There was no rhyme or rhythm to his rampage. Any flap of skin he could pierce he did. Pleasure rolled through his body.



After thirty minutes he stepped back and surveyed his work. Strangely, one of the first piercings looked funny. Her right breast had ballooned. She didn't look right.



The girl's chest rose and fell erratically. "Damn, you can't die on me yet." He slapped her face. She didn't respond. "No," he roared. His fists pummeled her.



Sweat streaked his face. His hands were bloodied and scratched. Thankfully he hadn't used fishhooks because they surely would have cut him deep. Damn, now he would have to go further out to sea. She was still breathing, but it wouldn't be long.



The trip up to the deck wasn't filled with the joy he thought he would feel after their first session. The stupid bitch had ruined all of his plans.



What type of person had an allergy to metal? He was sure that's what it was. Had to have been an allergy. You don't balloon up like that just cause.



After weighing anchor, he pointed his boat out towards the ocean. He'd find a nice group of sharks and dump her. He'd cut off a few toes and fingers first, enough to get the beasts churning.



He needed to start all over again. Maybe this was a sign. He should leave the Caribbean Sea and travel westward. Lust churned in his belly and his face twitched. If he didn't get his fix soon he would combust. One more on this side of the canal wouldn't hurt.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011