Chapter 13 Continued

Unknown POV

Everyone and everything annoyed me. The floor beneath my feet, the sun in the sky, even the little twink clinging to my side and chattering away made me want to grind my teeth together until they were nubs, or better yet put a bullet straight through his head. 

"Oh my gosh, it was to die for.." he droned on, as if I was actually paying attention. It was ironic to me, how he was talking about dying when I was thinking about killing him at the same time. I wouldn't mind fulfilling his wish, as he really was only a toy to me among the rest of my vast collection.

Murder was truly a friend of mine, as it was one of the two ways I could sustain myself. 

Murder and sex. The two deadliest of sins.

I longed for the sweet, addictive feeling of someone's soul leaving their body, filling me up as I absorbed their very essence, stealing away the moments that made them who they were. The sensation sent a shock of pleasure straight to my core every time, hence the reason that I kept a tight leash on all of my toys, just in case I get a little... Craving in the middle of the night.

"Gus, if you speak one more word, I will make a special note that your tongue get sawed off with a butter knife." 

The twink knew that none of my threats were empty, as his status as my favorite toy of the moment granted him access to view a small selection of my torture routines. The sight whipped him into shape, and from then on he has been a model slave. Or as close to it as possible for him, because it seemed as if his motor-mouth was volunteering to sign his death sentence. 

"Yes, master." Gus replied, looking down at his hands in his lap as I pulled out my black phone, the number and signal untraceable. Quickly dialing a number, I put the sleek phone to my ear after putting up the divider in the car to cut off the driver. 

"Hello." came the clipped and deep voice from the end of the line. 

"Is the information ready yet?" I stated, jumping straight to the point. I'd requested something extremely special a few hours ago, and if my men could not deliver, then I'd have a few more test dummies to practice my gun aim on, as well as a nice little feast afterwards.

"Yes, sir." I sighed in slight frustration at the fact that I'd have to find another person to satisfy my urges for bloodshed today, although I found myself excited to receive what I'd requested. "Would you like for me to send you the transmission?" 

"Yes. Immediately. You have thirty seconds." I finished, pressing the 'end call' button on my phone and staring out of the heavily tinted windows. It was less than fifteen seconds before my phone chirped, a video message displayed on the screen. A smirk pulled at the corner of my lips as I watched the scene unfold on the glass.

There he was, the perfect addition to my collection, sitting right there in the sand. Such a pretty little thing, pale and tiny. I wonder what his body would look like after I've filled him with my seed and carved out his entrails? I tilted my head and tutted to myself as I watched him, completely oblivious to the fact that he was being observed.

My smirk fell as I shifted my gaze to the large man behind him who leaned down to kiss the top of the smaller man's head. He would be a problem, but after I had the boy in my clutches, I could easily take the... little distraction out afterwards. He would make a nice snack to the main course.

The previous inhabitant of the body I'd claimed and soul I'd eaten had fond memories of the boy. When I first stumbled into the small man at the coffee shop, I didn't care whether he'd lived or died. The only thought in my mind was on which of my toys I was going to choose to devour that night. 

But as the boy was pulled from the shop, I felt a straggling soul lurch up my esophagus, the faint ringing of a scream in my ears as I swallowed it back down along with a bit of stomach acid. 

Since then, I'd intercepted a string of fond memories from the soul, and I smirked inwardly as I thought of how pleasurable it would be to ruin every. last. one, rewriting the memories with those of pain and torture instead.

Oh, the thought of his blood on my hands twisted my insides deliciously. With a lick of my lips I let out a proud hum, watching the video until the very end. Even a few moments after the screen faded to black, I stared at my reflection in the glass, my expression sinister before dialing another number into my phone.

"Commence stage one. I want him as soon as possible." 

"Yes, sir." he replied before I abruptly ended the call with a giddy laugh. 

He will be mine.

And as soon as I have his cold, dead body in my arms, and his soul filling up my stomach, we will finally be together.