Chapter 51 The next kill is Harry Walter

Chapter 51 The next kill is Harry Walter
Damien's POV
"You're a psychopath!"
I rubbed my palms on my face, burst into laughter, and then shook my head to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.
The spooky room ignites terror but staring at my prey makes it glorious.
It's his secret hideout, fishing him out was like sweeping the whole pack.
"It's just a dance," I murmured with bright eyes at him. My laugh became a grin as he couldn't breathe but stared into my eyes.
He was on his knees, covered in blood and fuel and my hand held the lighter.
My eyes blazed with a cold fury as I loomed over this cowering man.
"You love to dance Kyle, I'm just granting you that moment."
My feet were on the head of a dead wolf now, perfect for a footstool.
I sniffed and turned around. It was steaming with blood. All this must kill to get to him.
I snapped my finger and the spy who I came with handed me a gulf stick.
The only sound in this room was my prey's labored breathing as my spy yanked him from the ground and pinned him to a chair.
I nodded, staring at my masterpiece, the old man soaked in his blood. His eyes widened in terror as I raised the golf club, the weight of it settled in my grasp.
I whistled according to the music playing, moving my body, and in a swift motion, I landed the first blow to him.
He screamed, writhing in agony, and I crackled, and I rained down blow after blow on him.
"I guess those girls you stole and strip make you a fortune when you upload their videos," I sang, twirling the golf club as his body sagged and his limbs twisted at unnatural angles.
I paused, heaving with exertion as my eyes glistened at him.
"I heard you have a beautiful daughter..."
I leaned in, with a voice dripping with malice.
"How about I make her a stripper?"
His eyes widened at me, blood stained his white balls and I grimaced.
"She's just 14!" He struggled to speak, his gaze unfocused as he shook.
"Oh, you never thought of that when you prey on a 13-year-old for some stupid rituals and use them as sex laborers!" I roared, almost landing another hit on his face but stopped midway.
The golf club landed on his cock and I can tell he wasn't breathing again. Even his weak hands could not goad it as he was vibrating.
"Who's your leader?" I muttered, but he sobbed, his body wracked with pain and fear.
"I don't know, I swear, we just work behind closed doors," he murmured, and I let out a silent hiss.
"I'm taking Ophelia with me."
"No, don't! It's me you want!"
"Well, I can't fuck you" I responded in a sneer, letting out an upside-down smile.
He looks more concerned over his daughter but not over another's whose life he destroyed.
"I swear I'm telling the truth. He lives somewhere in the countryside at the Fountain Villas, but he works in secret," he confessed, sharp and barely containing the pain.
I glanced at my watch and the screen was broken, and I growled as if it must have been his rogues who were trying to prevent me from getting to their boss who broke it.
"And the rebel, is he connected to it?" I further became suddenly absent-minded as my time was almost up.
His eyes moved in circles as he sobbed more, hardly making a sound.
"I... I'm...just...a middleman, I don't know him," he explains again.
I just nodded, irritated suddenly as the sight of him only made me more infuriated.
No one messes with my kind and when this treacherous act of trafficking girls reaches my knowledge, I sought to find at least one involved in it and pay a friendly visit.
"Alright, who do I send your corpse to?" I asked politely, dumping the golf club and scanning my eyes around.
He was speechless, his eyes were closing now, and I slapped his cheek to wake him up.
Perhaps he is too shy to speak, and he doesn't have much time left now.
"Before you sleep, where's the ledger?"
There's silence until he gradually throws his eyes up, and I follow that direction, staring at the roof.
Daven quickly got the signal, and he took a stool to reach the ceiling. My eyes lowered at this man again as I swallowed.
"Thank you, it's nice doing business with you," I said calmly, placing my palm on my chest.
My eyes gleamed with a sadistic intensity as I held the lighter flame to his trembling skin.
He writhes in agony as he pleads, but my eyes spark with amusement as I make the lighter slip on his body.
His whole body caught fire, and he jumped up from the chair, screaming and twirling.
"Just dance, it's actually fun," I muttered, turning my back against him to face my spy.
He waved the ledger to me and I heaved a sigh as a mission had just been accomplished.
With this ledger, I'd get to know his business partners and the next location.
The air becomes thick with the stench of burning flesh, and the smell clings to my throat like a bitter taste.
Well, I savored it, as my grin twisted into a cruel smile.
"What do we do with it?" he asked with the face of a masked stone as his expression was unyielding.
I gave no response and snatched it away from him, tugging it inside my coat jacket.
"Where's the next stop?" I finally asked him as we stepped out of the building. We were heading towards where our car was parked and when we got to it, I paused to listen to his words.
"At the bus stop close to the woody lane, there, we'd find the old beggar," he announced, and I bit the inside of my cheeks.
"Do beggars still exist?" I asked, bemused, and he only sighed while opening the car door for me.
"And after that?"
"The next kill is Harry Walter."