Belle Adams' Butler

Chapter 107 - Sweet Blood On Hands- Part 2

Robinson looked at the butler who had the audacity to speak back to him. It looked like Adams' had given this one way too much liberty when it came to speech, "Do you think a low life can compete with me? You're nothing less to a beggar. See me get married to her and bed her. Don't worry, I will keep you as my butler."

When Lucas laughed, a quiet laugh that came out to be mocking, Robinson got up from his chair and pulled Lucas again, using his fist he beat Lucas face again. Once, twice and thrice, and the butler let him where he coughed more blood.

"I will see to it that you're disciplined by the time I marry Belle. You will-" Lucas started to laugh again.

"A mortal's dream," he hummed, "It will remain as a dream. It looks like her relatives are trying to get you married."

The other man scoffed. The butler could barely fight and he was trying to act brave. In a few weeks, he would have this same person on his feet begging for his mercy. That was right, he wouldn't kill him, thought Robinson to himself, "They are trying to find others but I need to catch the fish. Scaring them will bring them to the line. A dream is what you will do. You will never have her and you instead see me. Taking her to the bed, every night and wrecking her little body and breaking her while you hear her screams."

Lucas stood up from where he was, standing tall while the man was seated, "Shouldn't have said those things," there was a smile on his lips that was subtle yet it didn't reach his eyes, "I had plans for you but I have changed my mind."

When Robinson tried to get up, Lucas used his own hand to pull back and then punch the man on his face, and in one go the man fell unconscious.

The man fell on the ground along with the chair and Lucas stared at the man, his hair disheveled. A slow sinister-looking smile started to form on his lips and he ran his tongue over one side of his fang that was bloody.

By the time Robinson was awake, he felt as if he was being dragged by his feet that were tied together along with his hands on the wet ground. One moment he had beaten up the man and the next minute he was here. He was a weak lowly man, how did this happen?!

"WHERE ARE WE?! WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME?!" yelled Robinson in panic. He looked left and right as he was being dragged to see nothing but trees and the place was dark were crickets and owls sang their own melody of the night.

Lucas who was humming a song, turned his head, looking over his shoulder, "You are awake. We are in the forest," he answered in a polite tone.

"What the fuck are you doing? Do you know the consequences of this?!" asked Robinson trying to free himself while he was being dragged but the binds were too tight that he couldn't feel a speck of space between these hands and legs. He wasn't the first man who had been tied and had tried to escape but no one had ever come close to it.

"I always think about the consequences. A pity that you didn't consider when you let your tongue loose," and Lucas said, "We are here," he dropped the rope down and the man looked around where they were but he had no clue. It was the hour of the night and they were somewhere deep in the forest.

"CAN SOMEONE HEAR ME!" Robinson cried out for help but he received nothing but silence in return and a chuckle that broke through Lucas' lips. Noticing the butler who was busy looking at the trees, Robinson tried to worm out of the place but Lucas caught hold of the rope that was tied to his legs.

Lucas clicked his tongue, "I have something very special for you, Henry. Don't be impolite," and the rope was hoisted around the tree, to have been pulled and tied enough to have the man handing upside down in the air by being tied to the rope.

"You psychotic fucker put me down!"

"Impolite?" Lucas asked coming towards him, "I didn't even do anything to you yet. Hmm, I borrowed your knife from that mansion. I hope you don't mind me using it."

"What are you doing?!" asked Robinson in panic and tried to wiggle his way out but he was tied and bound with ropes, hanging where Lucas stepped forward and started to use the knife to have the man cry out in pain, "AHH! What is wrong with you!" Lucas had cut two of his fingers.

"You know," Lucas drawled enjoying the pain he saw on the vampire's face, "I was going to kill you very easily but you touched things that didn't sit well with me. You left a bruise on her wrist but that wasn't all. I would like you to repeat what you said earlier," his words were cold as the night they were surrounded in, "You wanted to hear her scream?" and Lucas cut out two more fingers of the man that had him screaming in agony.

"Stop!"

"For years I didn't know something like this could exist. I didn't know I could feel things but we eventually do, don't we?" with just a pinky remaining in one hand, Lucas cut the man's other thumb, "The way you are feeling the pain."

"Forgive me! Please!"

Lucas didn't bother with it as he pulled out the rod from the ground where one end of the rod was covered in barbed wire.

"S-stop!" Robinson pleaded as Lucas brought it forward to stand next to him. The man's fingers were bleeding and blood dripped down on the ground.

An eerie smile appeared on Lucas' face and he raised his hand that held the rod, "Quiet."