Chapter Six

Kyle.

I let out a small sigh as I threw the man to the ground quickly and without warning. He screamed when his leg, which I had shot earlier while he was trying to run away, hit the floor.

“Hmmph, fuck,” he cursed loudly, cradling his leg as if it were a baby.

He wouldn’t have gotten shot if he had just stayed seated in the car like I told him to.

“Do you know why you’re here, Richardson?” I asked as I walked toward the empty table in the room.

The place was stale, cold, and empty. It had been a long time since I’d been here. I dropped the bag, unzipped it, and began taking everything out. I wouldn’t need all of it, but it was more than enough to instill fear in the man sitting on the floor.

“N-no,” he stuttered, shaking his head.

I turned to look at him; he looked completely different from the polished man who had stepped out of the restaurant a while ago. His once-styled hair was scattered and dripping with sweat, and his face was smeared with blood and tears. He looked…perfect.

“You don’t know?” I questioned, shaking my head.

Of course, a little cocky bastard like him wouldn’t recognize his crimes; they don’t remember their actions unless someone brings them up. And that’s exactly what I was going to do—go over the list of things he had done.

I pulled out a picture and walked over to him, pushing it in his face so he could see it clearly. “Do you remember her?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

I wasn’t surprised when he shook his head, looking from the picture back at me.

“Wh-who is she?” he stuttered, and before I could process what was happening, my fist connected with his jaw again.

He let out a squeal like a woman and spat blood. Of course, he wasn’t going to recognize her, and I was sure he wouldn’t be able to identify any of the women he had molested if I started showing him pictures.

“Now, this is how we’re going to do this, Richardson,” I said as I walked over to the table and picked up a small blade.

I ran my finger along the edge with a small smile on my face.

“I—I will give you anything you want. Anything, just mention it.” It still hadn’t sunk in for him that I didn’t want his money.

“I don’t want anything from you…” I paused as a brilliant idea popped into my head.

He didn’t remember the women he had violated, the ones he brushed aside when they came forward to tell their stories. But that didn’t mean I had no idea who they were; that didn’t mean I couldn’t take action.

“On a second note, there’s something you can do for me.” His eyes lit up as if he had just won the lottery.

“Anything at all. Just tell me, and I will—” I cut him off before he could go on and on.

“I don’t want to hear anything from you again. The only thing you can do is nod or shake your head when I ask a question. Is that clear?” I asked while playing with the blade in my hand.

One of my favorite things to do is toy with my prey. I like to make them believe they can escape unscathed, that their money or whatever nonsense they offer will save them.

Richardson nodded his head eagerly, like a puppy. Good boy.

“You’ll transfer fifty million to this account.” The money wouldn't be able to take back what he has caused those women but I believe it will do something for them.

I watched as his eyes widened, but I didn’t stop. I dipped my hand into my jacket pocket and pulled out two phones. I opened my phone and typed on it before handing the other broken phone to him. He looked at it before taking it with trembling hands. He stared at the phone without doing anything, and I frowned. What was he waiting for?

“Do you need me to repeat myself, Richardson?” I asked, and he shook his head.

That meant he had heard me clearly, so why the hell wasn’t he doing it?

“Bu—but…” The word barely left his mouth when my blade dug into his thigh.

“Argh!!” he screamed, the phone dropping from his hand with a loud clink, which annoyed me even more.

“What did I just say about you speaking?” I asked, waiting for him to say something stupid. Like the fool he was, he did.

“I—I…sorry…arrgh!!” I pulled the blade out and stabbed the same spot again.

“You still have a long way to go. But before we continue your lesson, transfer the money.” He bobbed his head up and down, and with a shaky body and tear-stained face, he bent down to pick up the phone.

It took him over ten minutes to transfer the money. Once I received the alert, I pulled out the information about the women he had assaulted and sent everything with the money to Hannah. She would know how to handle it.

Once that was done, I pocketed both phones and smiled.

“I…I have done what you asked. Can—can I go now?” It appeared this stubborn asshole hadn’t learned his lesson yet, but that was alright, because I was more than capable of teaching him.

****

I let out a low hum as I rinsed my bloody hands in the sink, my whole body boiling with anger. It didn’t take long for me to teach Richardson “a lesson” as Hannah wanted. Although I wanted it to last long enough to make him feel pain, I didn’t have the time for that. My blood boiled with the urgency to get out of this place as soon as possible. From his yells and cries, I was sure he had learned his lesson.

After this, he definitely wouldn’t dare to look at, touch, or say lewd things to women who hadn’t given their consent. I picked up a dry rag and wiped my hands until they were clean. Ignoring the man lying limply on the ground, whimpering softly, I stepped out of the room. Blood was everywhere, and his hands lay motionless beside him.

One wouldn’t believe he was the same man who had been so obnoxious only moments earlier. I took out my phone and quickly typed a message to Hannah. Only after receiving a reply did I grab my bag and leave the room. The cleanup crew would deal with this mess.

My business here was finished.

~

The drive home was quick, and as soon as I entered, I went straight to my room for a quick shower. I changed into fresh clothes after burning the ones I had worn before. I felt overwhelmed with anger and longing—emotions that seemed uncontainable. There was only one person who could help me keep these feelings at bay, and I needed to see her. Now. Even though I couldn’t touch her or get close, just seeing her would be enough.