Pet: A Dark Menage Romance

And his children… A little boy about five years old, and a girl who must’ve been eleven or twelve. I watched them too.

They didn’t spend much time outside. The boy seemed relatively normal, but I never saw much of the girl. She seemed to prefer staying inside, and while I found out the boy did several after-school activities by following them around, she didn’t seem to have many interests. My spot in the street looked into her bedroom, though, and I saw her reading a lot of the time. It was a painful reminder of Pet. I hoped her father hadn’t hurt her.

I knew what I was doing was insane.

I was following a man around without any proof of what he’d done.

I was trying to hurt him without knowing if he truly was the real culprit.

But all of that was about to change.

I’d tracked him for long enough to find out he’d be home alone that night. As he pulled into his driveway, I wondered whether his wife had finally packed up the kids and left like she should’ve done a long time ago. Maybe I’d never get the question to my answer.

I didn’t knock this time. I went around the back once it was past eleven, and I sneaked through the door that led into the backyard. The moron had left it open. Must be hard to feel afraid of monsters when you’re one yourself.

I found him on the couch with his sorry excuse for a dick out and porn on the screen. He tried to scream when he saw me, but I knocked the fucker unconscious before he could.“Wake up.”

I poured a glass of water over his head, and the man came to with a yell of shock and surprise.

“And shut the fuck up while you’re at it,” I said calmly. “I don’t want to hear a fucking word from you.”

Of course, he ignored me completely, panicking when he realized he was tied to the chair in his office.

“Who the fuck are you? What the fuck do you want?”

I stared at him, the once handsome face, the body he’d let go of. I wondered if he really was stupid enough not to know.

“I’m here because of Sapphire Rose,” I told him. “That name ring a bell?”

He blanched and cleared his throat. “She was a girl in my class. You have the wrong man.”

“Oh, but Aaron,” I told him, leaning over. “I haven’t even told you what happened to her.”

His face reddened as I stared him down.

“She was asking for it,” he told me. “She was always asking for it.”

“Even when she was a kid? When she was only a few years old?” I snarled at him, and he looked away, shutting his eyes. “Was she asking for it then, Aaron?”

“How do you know about that?” There was real panic in his voice this time, and I enjoyed it way too much. “She wasn’t supposed to be telling people. Still as stupid as ever…”

I hit him then. I think the impact broke his nose and blood dribbled down his face, over his chin and onto his shirt. He cried like a little bitch.

“I only have one question,” I told him simply. “And you better fucking answer me honestly, otherwise I’ll tear this place apart until I find out the truth. I know you’re alone tonight, you nasty fuck.”

He stared at me and breathed heavily, and I leaned in and asked the only question on my mind.

“Have you hurt anyone else besides her?”

He didn’t answer at first, staring at me with his eyes fearful. He was afraid of me. Good.

“There…” he started, swallowing the blood that was still trickling from his nose. “There have been a few.”

I swept his laptop off the desk in rage, and it clattered to the floor, breaking.

I realized that might have been a stupid move, and I cursed out loud, moving away from the jackass in front of me.

“Who?” I asked him simply. “Who have you hurt?”

“Not hurt,” he objected, and I didn’t fight him. I wanted to know the truth. “A student… Maybe a few. At her school. It wasn’t bad… They were all older than she was. They knew what they wanted.”

“Fifteen-year-old girls?” I asked him, and he looked away, gulping.

“Yes, most of them,” he said. “Maybe some were a little younger.”

I stared at him because I didn’t know what the fuck to say. This sadistic, disgusting bastard had been abusing young girls for years, and no one had done shit about it. Not his wife, not the authorities, not the schools he worked at. I did find out he was fired from the job at Pet’s school, but it was all swept under the carpet and I never found out exactly what happened. I would soon.

“Have you hurt your son?” I asked him, and right away, he shook his head.