Chapter 58- The many slaps of Mr. Black

Azazel put Athena in his car. He brushed the hair out of her forehead. Her head was lying on his chest. Her breath came in steady, slow paces, tickling his neck, showing that she was alive. He kissed her forehead and rested his head on top of hers. Her earlier outburst made him think. How she desperately tried to free herself hurt him. Her comparing him with that pedophilic bastard hurt him so much, like a whiplash on an already deep wound. He knew he wasn’t the right man; he was a bastard who carried vice in his blood, and he knew he sought to control more than anything. But comparing him with a low-life bastard broke his heart. Why it hurt so much was a mystery.

He did the right thing. He won’t ever apologize for killing Rupert. The bastard deserved to die. The only thing he regretted was killing him quickly. He should’ve tortured him more, showing his sadism for as much thinking about his doll in the wrong way.

“Do you want to set yourself free, Doll? Do you hate me that much?” he r