MARISSA'S POV
I had known this man for barely a week, and here I am riding his dick already. We met a few days ago at the club when I felt a set of eyes staring at me in the corner where only the elites were allowed. But I had known him for two weeks now. Studying him, watching him, and following him at every turn. And now, I'm in his bed.
He grabbed my ponytail and pulled me, my back bent so bad I also thought I'd break.
"I'm almost there!"
He kept thrusting into me vigorously, and as much I hate this man, I wished I at least enjoyed the sex.
I've never orgasmed with a guy before, but maybe because all the sex I've had from men is part of my job. And no, I'm not a prostitute.
This man in particular, I had low-key hoped he wouldn't fold, but all men are the same. They never seem to disappoint. He treats women like toys and is in fact a misogynist. He has been maltreating his wife, constantly beating her for not living up to his expectations while actively cheating on her.
But that's not why I'm here. I couldn't care less about family issues, I wasn't the one who got married. This big old fool here has been raping children and selling them off. Only female children.
A human trafficker and a rapist?!
Such things aren't taken lightly. I made sure I took my time with him, draining his accounts and embezzling from his company. Now, he has no money to build his company from scratch and no money to cater for himself. But he doesn't need to know that.
Earlier on, I'd poured in some succinylcholine into his drink, which should take effect in, three…two…one.
He hit the floor, but he was still awake, as he should be. I can't imagine how he would be feeling knowing a 'mere' woman beat him.
"Mr. Vincent," I said as I walked around the room, still naked. "I do believe that it is against the constitution of this country to illegally ship off innocent little children."
I picked up my purse and picked out the only thing that was in there. My knife.
"Unlike every other sedative, this isn't a pain killer. And I hope you feel the pain you caused those five year old children you were putting your dick in them."
I picked the drug personally. So that he can't move or scream but he can feel everything.
I went on my knees, took his dick in my hand, and dragged my knife to form a straight line, from the top to the bottom. Then I started at the urethral opening where pee and cum comes out at the head of his penis. And my intrusive thoughts told me to widen the hole a bit for more free access, and I did just that.
"Oh my God! This is fun! Right Vincent?"
No response.
"Vincent? I asked you a question, can't you answer?"
No response.
"I think it's because your mouth's too small, let me widen it for you."
I leaned in, opened his mouth and used my knife to cut through both edges of his lips till I was satisfied with the length.
Then, I took his hands, placed them on the side of the bed and chopped off all his fingers except the left pinky.
I still wasn't satisfied but I had to leave like that.
I wore my clothes, picked my purse and left the room.
Now, he knows not to play with women.