Pure Punishment(18)

“Why are you doing this, Kayla?”

Why, he asks? What a silly man he is.

“You’re scum. You think it’s fun to treat girls like a piece of meat?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as a smirk appears across my face.

He notices and cringes while I play with one of the shooting stars in my hand, spinning it in my palm. He continues to watch me, waiting for what is to come. There is more and he knows it.

“You don’t know what you are talking about, you crazy bitch. Now let me go.” He winces as he struggles from the pain now shooting through his hands. There’s a star embedded in each one. He is like my own human dartboard. My heart does a jump while I watch him struggle and more blood oozes from his wounds.

The sick things I crave, I fucking love it!

“I could let you go,” I say as I tap my finger to my chin, like I’m contemplating the option, “but where would the fun be in that, pretty boy?” I throw the last star in my hand straight into his eye.

He screams and it’s like music to my ears.

I leave the house making sure there’s no evidence of me being there. As I step outside I feel like I’m being watched. I look across the street and see a dark figure standing there dressed in all black. I run toward it. I can tell it’s a man the closer I get and when I get close enough, the figure in the black hoodie goes into the bushes and I can’t see him anymore. I stand there, lost in thought, wondering what he saw, or even how long he’s been following me. I’ve never noticed or seen him before.

I’m not someone who worries about the authorities. You see, I have an authority on my side. What, Tyke doesn’t think I actually know? He’s a detective, and I guess all my targets are ones that he’s investigated himself, but couldn’t bring to justice.

I walk the rest of the way back to see Tyke and send him a message on the way, telling him the job is done and asking if he was following me. His reply is short and sweet with, ‘no.’ I know he wouldn’t lie to me about it, so I wonder who it could be. Could it be Bob, my new favorite thing, but also my new favorite asshole? He knew things about me that he shouldn’t have known.

I wonder why he knows those things. Is it he who is following me? And if so, why would he let me get away with it? He could easily report me or take me in, but he does neither. He plays with me instead. I guess I deserve it. I like to play as well. I guess he knows that, too.





The outer layer of your skin is the epidermis, it is found thickest on the palms of your hands and soles of your feet (around 1.5mm thick).





I have reluctantly agreed to go out with Julia for the night, on the condition she doesn’t try to find me ‘man candy’ as she so eloquently puts it. She agreed to the terms on the condition I let her dress me. I agreed to that, as I have nothing to wear anyway and have absolutely no fashion sense whatsoever.

She walks into my dorm room holding a bag full of clothes and I can tell she’s ready for whatever tonight has planned for us. She’s wearing heels and a tight blue dress. Her make-up looks incredible, and here I am in my faded ripped jeans and T-shirt. I start to have second thoughts and she sees it immediately and snaps her hands in front of my face.

“Na ah, Sugar, you wait till I’m finished with your fine ass. There’s a goddess hiding under all those frumpy clothes you wear.” She walks to my closet, opens it and starts going through everything which doesn’t bother me at all. I know she’d never steal or judge me as she sees what I wear anyway. She turns to me with a massive smile on her face and holds up a pair of killer boots.

“You are so wearing these? You have fabulous clothes in here. How come all you wear are your jeans?”

I have absolutely no clue what she’s talking about. My clothes are basic, nothing spectacular by any means.

“I bought them at a garage sale years ago, but I’ve never worn them,” I tell her, pointing toward the shoes in her hand. Her heels click as she walks over to her bag and pulls out a little black dress. I look at it and shake my head.

“We are going dancing tonight since you won’t let me get you some nice man candy.”

“Yes, but I didn’t agree to dressing in that,” I say pointing at it. She throws the dress at me and laughs. “Humor me and try it on.” I think she’s started drinking already. She obviously didn’t hear a word I just said. She shoos me like a dog, pushes me into the bathroom and tells me to change.

At first, I stare at the item and wonder if I can say it doesn’t fit me, though I guess she’d just tell me to show her. I know there’s no other way around it, so I pull off my jeans and T-shirt and pull the dress on. It actually fits perfectly, hugs in all the right places, though it is a tad bit short for my liking. I open the bathroom door and see Julia standing there waiting. When she looks me up and down, she puts her fingers in her mouth and blows out a huge wolf whistle. I guess now I can’t convince her otherwise.