Neon Spark by Al K. Line

Author:Al K. Line [Line, Al K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: BluA
Published: 2016-08-10T23:00:00+00:00

Vampire Scorn

"So, this is the infamous Faz Pound. Why do they call you Black Spark?" Kimiko tilted her head to the side, glossy black hair sliding on her silk Kimono, bringing back memories of so long ago.

"Let me up and I'll show you."

"Haha, silly little boy. Did you really think you could come to my country and kill me?"

"I was willing to give it a go."

"Not doing very well, are you?" She studied my legs with dispassion, as if she'd seen it a thousand times before. Maybe she had, or maybe she'd seen it ten-thousand times over her long life. Kimiko turned to the table and inspected the flesh, smiling, pleased with the progress so far. "That will be such a prize when it's finished. You do know there's a long way to go yet, don't you?"

I swallowed, throat dry, and tried to keep my voice steady, knowing I'd sounded like I was already beaten. "I figured as much, but your fat man is getting a little tired. Maybe give him the year off, I won't mind."

"Oh, haha, you are such a funny man. You have caused me some inconvenience, Faz, and—"

"Don't call me that! You don't get the right to use my given name. Spark, you call me Spark."

"I will call you whatever I damn well please," Kimiko snapped, clear features distorted by anger at my interruption. "As I was saying, Faz, you have caused me some trouble since your arrival. Even before, with your killing of that terrible disappointment of a man, Rikka. We had an arrangement and you ruined it."

"Sorry to be such an inconvenience to your plans, but I have plans of my own." I relaxed my head against the board, neck hurting from craning against my bonds. I also realized I needed to pee real bad. Had I done it through the torture? Probably. I was back to full awareness now, though, the pain making it hard to focus but conscious enough to understand that warm urine on flayed skin would not be the nicest of experiences.

I clenched anything I could think of and tried to send the searing torment far away. This wasn't my hurt, it was abstract, not even really there. It totally didn't work. It seared, scalded, gnawed and tormented like all kinds of hell.

Kimiko waved away the problems I'd caused with a slender, perfectly manicured hand. The light glinted off her pearly nails, so perfect and smooth. I could smell her perfume even above the sour smells in the room, making my head swim, too out-of-place amid the stench of humiliation and the foul, fat man.

"It doesn't matter. A few dead Yakuza is of no importance. Although," she said with a frown, "you did cost me some considerable inconvenience, not to mention money when you ruined my counting house."

"It's still all there, just under the rubble."

"I'm afraid not. The fox got a little carried away after you left, tried to break his bonds, and the place burned down, along with several other properties.

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