Haunting-Adeline

I pull into the driveway leading into my warehouse. It’s a smaller
structure, used to manufacture cameras for some shi y company that
went out of business within five years.
The building was foreclosed on, and I bought it for dirt cheap. And then
spent hundreds of thousands of dollars transforming it into an
impenetrable fortress.
I converted the main floor into my living space with state-of-the-art
security. An ant will not be able to find its way into the building without me
knowing about it.
The second floor is my workspace. Dozens of computers and illegal
technology that make it possible to do what I do fill the space. And the
basement is where I handle all of my business—meaning where I take the
pedophiles to torture and kill them when they have informa on I need.
I built an underground garage that drives straight into the basement.
Makes for an easier haul when I got a six-foot-two dickhead to carry to the
table.
I’m a big man, but I’m just as capable of throwing out my back as the
next person. I’m s ll a human fucking being.
Shu ng the garage door behind me, I turn the car off and twist around.
I sigh at the sight. Usually, I’m more prepared when I kidnap people.
They go in the trunk, and I don’t have to worry about ge ng my car dirty.
But by the me I carried him back to my car, I was in a hurry and just threw
him back there.
He’s already got blood everywhere, and I’m going to have to pay my
cleaning crew extra to get those stains out. With that amount of blood,
anyone would ask ques ons.
But they get paid way too much to ask stupid ques ons that’ll get them
killed.
“We can do this the easy way or the hard way. I can knock your ass out,
or you can be a good li le bitch and stay s ll.”
His bloody mouth forms around the word fuck, and it doesn’t take a
genius to know what word is going to come out next. I punch him in the
nose before he can get the first syllable out.
The crunch of bone beneath my fist is nearly orgasmic. By the me I’m
pulling my fist away, blood is squir ng from his broken nose. He spits, and
a tooth flies out of his mouth and onto my floor.