Sociopath's Obsession(49)

“But if your actions only had to do with Sapphire, I wouldn't kill you,” he said as Ken’s eyes snapped open in shock. “Yes, you’d be harmed, and I’d make sure you suffered, but I wouldn't have to kill you. Contrary to what many people believe, I’m not a crazy, psychotic killer.” Damian didn't give a shit what most people believed, so what he just said was for my ears only. “But knowing you were part of the organization? Fuck no, you don’t get to live.”

Organization.

Damian knew about the child prostitution business?

Ken silently watched him and then cursed. “One of the twins, right? The one who got away. I should have suspected something when you started to kill off my clients and guards one-by-one.”

One of the twins.

No!

It couldn't be. My hands were cold. I gripped the laptop's edges to the point of pain. In my heart, I didn’t want to believe it. Ken chuckled. “Your brother didn't get to live though, did he? He was always a weak fucker. Actually, a time or two, I even got the chance to fuck him. He was what, eight? You wouldn’t have remembered my name or preferences. Your looks didn't appeal to my tastes.” His disgusting words filled me with hatred and a deep desire to smash his face against the granite countertop behind me.

Damian, however, had all the means at his hands. He punched Ken in the gut, broke the bones of his hands, and then picked up the chain and wrapped it around his neck.

“People like you don’t deserve to live in this world. That's for my brother, you piece of shit.” With those words, he started to choke the life out of Ken. I couldn't take it anymore, so I snapped the laptop shut.

My mind still tried to process everything it had seen and heard.

Damian and Dominic were two of the kids my dad ruined.

Dominic died.

Which meant all those moments I thought I’d shared with Dom, in fact, I’d shared with Damian.

God, what was happening around me? And more importantly, how should I act around the guy who had every reason to hate me?





“I’m hungry,” Beth’s soft voice said in the dark, and I checked Dom and Ben, who were fast asleep. She watched me with pleading eyes, and I was surprised I was the one she asked. She was glued all those hours to my brother, somehow finding her solace in him, and he let her. They were a lot alike probably; she didn't try to act brave like Ben did, who was more like me. I would be dead before I’d show anyone weakness.

“Do you want an apple, or a sandwich?” We had some food stashed where no one could see, and kept it in good condition under the floor. We’d found a small opening, and kept some things. John never checked anything much inside the cell. We had to clean it ourselves. Unless his men were in the mood to fuck one of us, then they took me or Dom out, and they fucked the remaining one. Not that they touched us much in the last five years; their tastes ran strictly to the young ones. The food from the new client never reached us. No one cared for some stranger’s orders. In addition, how would he check it?

“Apple.”

I picked it up, stood up to wash it in the small sink we had, and sat back to give it to her.

“You need to be quiet, okay?”

She couldn't be heard chewing loudly. Someone might come, and it wouldn't be good. She nodded and took a small tentative bite. Beth wasn't loud, so I rested my head against the wall, willing myself to sleep a little bit. The next day was Monday, the S’s favorite day. He would come, and I needed to be prepared. Usually he booked me for the whole day, but with this new guy, I’d have to divide my time between them. I couldn't be tired and unfocused.

“He has owies all over.” Beth’s voice was barely a whisper, but I heard it nevertheless. She watched Dom and softly touched his arm, which was covered in purple bruises from the chains. “They must hurt him.” She turned her head to me, and I knew she needed an answer from me. She was so little, so small. How could I help her? I needed to lie.

“They don’t anymore, pumpkin, okay?” I had no idea where the nickname came from; it wasn't as if I talked with anyone anyway. She nodded, but still carefully put her head on his arm. I thought she fell asleep, but then her words made everything inside me stop.

“I don’t want Ben to have those owies.”

A single tear slid down her cheek, and I removed it with my thumb. Her chin trembled, and she had such pleading in her eyes, as though I was the only salvation they had. How I wished for that to be true.

“I’ll do my best for it not to happen, okay?” She nodded once again. Before she could ask another question that would gut me, I ordered, “Now sleep.” She put her head, once again, back on her brother’s arm and closed her eyes.