“You’re hurting me,” she said as he drove into her.
“I thought your kind likes it rough. I paid for you. I can do whatever I want.”
He heard her whimper softly, but it only made him hornier. He drove into her several more times, yanking at her hair, slapping her butt until it turned red, pinching her nipples until she cried out, and he groaned with pleasure and exploded inside her.
Done, he got off the bed and found his favorite pen knife inside his jeans.
She didn’t look up, just lay there whimpering like an inexperienced whore. If she couldn’t deal with the heat, she should have stayed out of this business.
He sat on the edge of the bed waiting for her to look at him. He wanted her to know exactly what he was doing. When she finally rolled onto her back, eyes red and nose running, he sneered and climbed up on top of her. He took a deep breath and encircled her neck with his hands.
Like all the rest, she thought she was strong enough to fight him, but like the others, she failed. Pressing his forehead to hers, he dug his fingers into her throat.
It took her a while to loosen her grip on life, but she eventually surrendered to him, and then to death.
Jude reached for his knife and carefully carved his infinity symbol into her skin. But this time he added something else just below it. A number.