Chapter 67 Cradle To The Grave
Chapter 67 Cradle To The Grave
Lucas's POV
“Throw your phone to me and tell me your passcode,” I commanded him.
“No, I can't do that. That's my privacy, and you know it,” he declined.
“Fuck your privacy, Parker,” I punched him in the face. “This shouldn't take long, Parker. Why are you making it difficult for yourself?”
“You are going to have to kill me to access my phone. Don't stop. I believe you aren't a coward,” he refused.
He thought it was all a joke until I moved forward to head with the back of the gun. He fell on the ground and moaned in agony.
He caressed the affected area and when he pulled out his hand, it was filled with blood stains.
“Do you still want to disobey my orders and incur my wrath?” I yelled in his face.
I ensured that some particles of my saliva landed on his face.
“Kill me now while you still can, you clown. What are you waiting for? I thought this was your plan all along?” Parker didn't give up.
He was more stubborn than I thought. None of my threats could make him surrender.
When I noticed that it wasn't working, I had to take the law into my hands by searching his pocket.
Luckily for me, I found his phone. I flaunted it across his face to unlock it with facial recognition.
Without delay, I went ahead to change the passcode to my choice.
“It's over for you, big brother,” I cocked the gun and aimed it directly at his face
“You're never getting away with this. Trust me, my soul will hunt you down,” he tried to scare me with some fairytale stories.
“Goodbye, Parker. Say hello to mum and dad in hell. I am sure they'd be pleased to welcome you,” I said my last words to him before blasting his head with a bullet.
Not satisfied, I shot his chest for the second time to ensure he never survives it.
This time, I don't regret killing Parker even though I admit that the first one was a mistake that shouldn't have happened.
Killing him was the way forward. I just solved my problem. He was going to kill me anyway.
Minutes after I had shot Parker twice, I heard a loud scream from the warehouse.
That was Amira. We might be away from each other, but I definitely recognise her voice.
“Shit! She found out already,” I groaned in anger before dashing back to the warehouse with the gun and dagger.
I didn't recall that she was still in the warehouse when I shot Parker dead.
The plan was to stab Parker multiple times until his intestines were out. That way, Amira doesn't get to find out.
“Amira?” I called her out as I returned to the warehouse. “Where the heck are you?”
I met her shivering like an earthworm that was sprinkled with salt. She's been drenched in her pool of sweat.
She was afraid to look me in the face. All along, she had her gaze fixed on the ground as though she had just had an encounter with the devil himself.
“You're back so early? That's nice. You got the toiletries I asked for?” She kick-started a fake conversation with me. She thought it would be enough to stop the plan I've already come up with.
“Hey, look me in the eyes while I'm talking to you,” I scared her with my baritone voice.
She trembled, “Please don't hurt me. I don't want to die,”
“Then comply with me if you truly want to stay alive,” I shot the gun sideways to get her full attention and it worked. In the blink of an eye, she concentrated.
“You're not going to ask about Parker?” I teased her.
I was expecting that would be the first question when she saw me walk in.
“No, I believe he's fine wherever he is right now,” she nodded sideways.
What a game she's playing with me. Some hours ago, she was hell-bent on speaking with Parker. It's funny how she just changed her mind.
“Hey, now listen up,” I choked her in the throat and made her experience the pain of a slow death.
“You know I killed Parker, don't you?” I asked her.
“I'm clueless, please. I have no idea what this is,” she looked me in the face and lied to me.
She didn't consider the gun and dagger in my possession.
I choked her harder to the point where she started finding it difficult to breathe, “Don't fucking lie to me. I know you found out already. What do you take me for?”
“Yes, I'm aware,” she finally confessed. “I promise not to tell anyone about it,”
“Good girl,” I finally let her off my grip while I watched her struggle to stay alive
“Water,” she gasped for air. “I need one, please. I am slowly dying,”
“You need water, don't you?” I taunted her. “You're definitely going to get the water,”
I pulled down my trousers and removed my penis to pee at her face while she screamed in discomfort.
“Do you want me to stop, or you aren't satisfied?” I laughed while she wept.
I peed on her face to my satisfaction while some urine found its way to her lips. She gulped them against her will.
“I already reached out to your father. He hasn't responded yet.” I disclosed it to her.
I had no plans to tell her. But due to the situation on the ground, I was forced to embrace innovative approaches.
Keeping her with me for a longer period might attract more problems for me.
I already sacrificed Parker for this mission. It will be such a shame if I end up not achieving my aim.
“I am stepping out to dispose of Parker's corpse. I'd be back for you.” I notified her of my next move.
“If you dare do anything stupid before my return, I'll slit this dagger to your throat.” I took the dagger and demonstrated how I was going to carry out my operation.
I made her understand that the urine was just the tip of the iceberg.
It can't be compared to the torture and suffering that awaits her should she attempt to defile my orders.
To prove that I wasn't making empty threats, I cut off a strand of her hair and fed it to her, “This is precisely how I'll cut off your tongue and feed you with it,”
With the threats, I doubt if she'd be stupid enough to act otherwise.