His Dirty Massage Secret - Chapter 5: Chapter 5
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Blood soaked the woman's collarbone as she stumbled back, her fingers pressing desperately against the wound.
"You're dead!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. "I swear, I'll make your whole family suffer for this!"
I held her gaze, my tone frigid. "Where's my child?"
Her lips curled into a vicious smirk before she dissolved into wild, mocking laughter. "Go on, kill me! You'll never find out!"
The scissors gleamed in my grip as I struck—once, twice. "Tell me!"
She clamped her mouth shut, eyes blazing with hate. The blade sliced from her left temple to her right cheek, flesh splitting open like a grotesque, grinning wound.
Fear finally flickered in her gaze as she clutched her ruined face. "The innermost room... Vincent's private quarters..."
I gave a sharp nod before adding three more deliberate cuts to her cheek. Fishing her phone from her bloodstained clothes, I finally dialed 911.
The hallway was unnervingly quiet as I moved toward the backroom. Even the usual chatter of coworkers had vanished.
Vincent's door didn't budge—locked tight. Every second here was a risk, but my child was inside.
Then it hit me. Gwendolyn had accessed that room before. Did she have the keys?
I rushed back, tearing through her clothes. Her right hand clawed at mine while the left shielded her breast pocket. A brutal punch to that arm revealed a keyring.
The door creaked open to reveal Vincent's furious glare. "Should've locked you up when I had the chance."
His polished shoes tapped against the floor as he stepped forward. "Three meals a day, childcare, a damn job—and this is how you thank me?"
"You predator!" I snarled. "Every 'kindness' was just another trap!"
His laugh was sharp as a blade. "Nothing's free, sweetheart. You took the gifts—now pay the price."
His gaze landed on Gwendolyn's still body. "Jesus Christ! What the hell did you do?"
When she didn't answer, his face twisted. "You killed her? After everything I did for you?"
I sidestepped. "See for yourself."
His fist flew at my face. I ducked, driving the scissors into his jaw before slamming the door shut.
The wood shuddered under his pounding. "Fine! Starve in there! When you come crawling out, maybe I'll—"
"Gwendolyn won't last that long," I cut in. "Damian will flay you alive for this."
Silence. Then a new threat: "Want me to drop your kid headfirst?"
My breath caught. Another monster using my child as leverage.
"Bring her here, and I'll open up."
"Can't," he growled. "You've got the damn keys."
The metal jingled in my palm. After a heartbeat, I turned the lock.
"You're dead!" she screamed, her voice shaking with fury. "I swear, I'll make your whole family suffer for this!"
I held her gaze, my tone frigid. "Where's my child?"
Her lips curled into a vicious smirk before she dissolved into wild, mocking laughter. "Go on, kill me! You'll never find out!"
The scissors gleamed in my grip as I struck—once, twice. "Tell me!"
She clamped her mouth shut, eyes blazing with hate. The blade sliced from her left temple to her right cheek, flesh splitting open like a grotesque, grinning wound.
Fear finally flickered in her gaze as she clutched her ruined face. "The innermost room... Vincent's private quarters..."
I gave a sharp nod before adding three more deliberate cuts to her cheek. Fishing her phone from her bloodstained clothes, I finally dialed 911.
The hallway was unnervingly quiet as I moved toward the backroom. Even the usual chatter of coworkers had vanished.
Vincent's door didn't budge—locked tight. Every second here was a risk, but my child was inside.
Then it hit me. Gwendolyn had accessed that room before. Did she have the keys?
I rushed back, tearing through her clothes. Her right hand clawed at mine while the left shielded her breast pocket. A brutal punch to that arm revealed a keyring.
The door creaked open to reveal Vincent's furious glare. "Should've locked you up when I had the chance."
His polished shoes tapped against the floor as he stepped forward. "Three meals a day, childcare, a damn job—and this is how you thank me?"
"You predator!" I snarled. "Every 'kindness' was just another trap!"
His laugh was sharp as a blade. "Nothing's free, sweetheart. You took the gifts—now pay the price."
His gaze landed on Gwendolyn's still body. "Jesus Christ! What the hell did you do?"
When she didn't answer, his face twisted. "You killed her? After everything I did for you?"
I sidestepped. "See for yourself."
His fist flew at my face. I ducked, driving the scissors into his jaw before slamming the door shut.
The wood shuddered under his pounding. "Fine! Starve in there! When you come crawling out, maybe I'll—"
"Gwendolyn won't last that long," I cut in. "Damian will flay you alive for this."
Silence. Then a new threat: "Want me to drop your kid headfirst?"
My breath caught. Another monster using my child as leverage.
"Bring her here, and I'll open up."
"Can't," he growled. "You've got the damn keys."
The metal jingled in my palm. After a heartbeat, I turned the lock.
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