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## Sick feeling

Emily

After taking a nap in the car seat, I open my eyes and feel the car rock violently. I look outside and we are on a dirt road surrounded by bushes, what is this place?

"Where are you taking me?" I ask Joe who drives at high speed.

"For my country house, I want you to see a show today, in which I will be the villain." He talks and smiles evilly.

A shiver starts to run down my spine, and it's not something good like when he touches me, it's a bad feeling and a tightness in my chest.

"You should be flattered. I've never brought anyone here, you're the first." He speaks coolly.

"Joe, I'm getting scared. Please take me home." I ask trembling inside with the strange feeling that grows every moment.

"No, my sweet. You challenged me, you yelled at me, for a brief moment you almost...had me under your feet. Do you know when this has happened to me? Never. All of this because I wanted to be a good lover to you. , that's all I wanted, because despite my hobby, I'm a human being towards good people." Says and finally stops the car.

When I get out of it, with his help, since his car is big and the place is very bad to walk, he picks me up and walks with me to a part free of weeds. I look around and all I see is an empty pasture.

"He comes." He takes my hand and guides me to a spot deep in the woods.

"Joe..." I try to speak but he places his fingers on my lips.

"Everything is fine." he whispers to me.

With something I can't see what it is, he opens a door in the floor, exactly, a door in the floor. He goes down and soon after I throw myself in his arms to go down with him. When we finish, he closes the door and I see a very large and tidy room, because its furniture appears to be old, it is very well preserved.

"What do you think?" He asks me looking around.

"What an amazing place. I've never seen anything like it." I admit euphoric.

It's really a beautiful place, it's like in books or architecture magazines almost impossible, whoever designed and built this is a great architectural genius.

"Great." He speaks and approaches me, holding my face he gives me a long kiss on the lips.

Heat settles quickly between my thighs and I hate myself for it. Instinctively I stick my tongue in his mouth, being in the doorway of my feet I need some support, so I grab his arms and kiss him madly. I don't know what came over me, but I want to take off all those elegant clothes he's wearing and feel his body on mine, like last night.

"You want me in there, don't you?" He asks kissing the entire length of my neck.

"Oh..." I let out a breathless groan and bite my lip to keep from saying a word. I'm still too proud to admit it in words.

"I know you want it, just like I want in. I can feel your sensations Emilia, you can lie to me and to yourself, but I can feel when you shudder, when your heart races, when your pussy gets wet for me, like now for example." I close my eyes ridiculously surrendering when he places a hand inside my panties.

He moves his finger on my pulsating and sensitive clitoris, without control of my own body I move my hips towards him, I'm so excited that the shame I leave to feel later. He bites my neck and sticks a finger in me, I grimace in pain, I'm still tender from yesterday but I'm so wet.

Joe has deft movements on his finger, just when I think I'm going to explode with pleasure and I start to roll my eyes, he stops and takes his hand away. I whimper feeling tortured and he smiles with triumph shining in his beautiful dark brown eyes.

"Not yet." He murmurs and guides me to a staircase with a dark end.

We go down the stairs and as soon as we reach the end, a light comes on. I look around and see an extensive basement with a glass chapel in the middle, there is a black bag standing, Joe makes some movement and the black bag reveals a man sitting with a gag in his mouth. I startle and let out a low cry.

"Oh my God! What is this?" I ask, feeling my heart racing with fear.

"It's the show you'll see today." Speak quietly.

"What are you going to do with this man?" I question with fear.

"I'll give him what he deserves for being a bad boy." Responds in an unhealthy way.

I shake my head several times trying to wake up if this is a nightmare. I can imagine what Joe does, but see, I don't want to see someone die. But my lover doesn't seem to care, he catches me in a moment when I can't help but feel panic, and he ties me to a column facing the chapel.

"I want you to look, all right, passione mia ?"

"No, I don't want to see this. Please, Joe. I promise I'll behave myself, please…" I shake my head quickly several times.

"Shh..." He whispers and smiles macabrely. "Show time."

Suddenly he stabs the man in the head who wakes up agitated and with a lost look. Then he begins to cut the man's flesh with a small knife, the man struggles with pain and cries, with the gag in his mouth he cannot scream, but his desperation is clear with each cut he takes.

I feel panic take over me, fear, dread and despair. I start crying compulsively begging him to stop, but he doesn't listen to me, he keeps cutting piece by piece of the man's skin, then he pulls out one by one of the nails as if he takes pleasure in it. After a long time, at that moment I'm not me anymore, I can't look anymore, I close my eyes tightly.

"Open your eyes!" Order immediately. "I want you to see what I do with my victims."

"I don't want to see it. I can't." I say feeling my stomach turn in disgust.

"Of course you can." He speaks and the man, already almost fainting with pain, moves with an ear that has been torn off. "Want this to happen to your parents?"

"No!" I exclaim desperately.

"But that's what they deserve for lying to innocent workers to get them to hand over the guns and drugs, many die or get arrested in the process. And what do you think about them torturing these people's families if they threaten to say something ? Do you think they deserve me to have mercy on them? I do, but only with filthy people like them!"

"Joe, please…" I don't know what else to say or where he's going with all of this.

"But I won't do that to them, you know why?" I shake my head saying no. "For you, damn it. All for you."

Suddenly I can no longer hold back the wave of nausea that invades me, the dread and despair all come out in a jet of vomit throwing out everything I ate during the day. My vision is blurred with the tears that fall without ceasing, my ears can hear nothing but buzzing, until Joe's voice calls me back.

"Do you know what he did?" Joe asks me and I just shake my head saying no. "That son of a bitch murdered the whole family just because he would have to share his old father's inheritance !" Joe screams and strangles the man.

At that moment I feel something strange inside me, it's as if all the fear has passed, all the pity and mercy has disappeared. A strange sick feeling blooms inside me after listening to Joe say what this man did, suddenly I can no longer feel pity but satisfaction in seeing the disgusting person pay for the suffering he caused.

"I heard about this because who sees their own family burning to death and does nothing? How are you the only survivor when you live with all of them? The newspapers try to alienate you, but there is a lot behind these unsolved crimes and that's where I come in." Joe's words involuntarily make some sense inside my head.

I feel dirty and more sinful than ever thinking about it. But unfortunately, I can't, I can't feel compassion for a man who was able to kill his family burned because of an inheritance . Another jet of vomit comes out and I lose all my senses as I pass out against a deep darkness.