You're Going to Die Here by Y.M.Miller

Author:Y.M.Miller [Y.M.Miller]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Self
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Ten

It was fucking beautiful. Maisie Watson’s death was simply enchanting. It couldn’t have gone better. All that meticulous planning, the curating of staff that wouldn’t say a word. NDA’s, of course, help, but really it couldn’t have gone better. The way the ball-bearings shot out of her stomach…He had real trouble keeping himself composed. He wanted to jump around the control room, screaming in pure adoration – for himself, of course. The guests paid to watch, but he…he made it happen. He curated the competitors, had the facility built, He’d invested a massive sum of money into making it all come together, and it had. He questioned if a celebratory wank might be in order. No, he’d save that for when the weekend was over, and it’d been an outright success.

The clean-up operation was a sort-of success. His staff knew the deal, they knew what they’d be dealing with and still the fucking looks on their dumb faces when the ball-bearings shot from Maisie’s stomach. It would be almost comical if he didn’t have to deal with their incessant whining.

Gazing at the computer monitor, he saw his staff hard at work. The chair in the centre of the room empty, the cuffs hanging from the arm of the chair, the flickering of the overhead florescent lights – he needed to get one of the handy men onto fixing that, it’d be imperative for the next contestant.

The metallic sound of trolleys full of cleaning supplies clanged from one area to the next. The rustling of bin bags being filled with the bloody ball bearings, dragged behind tired staff. The floors bleached, no residue from Maisie’s misadventure left behind.

Two of the workers shared a strange look between them. Dressed like the others in white paper suits, now coated in a sheen of Maisie’s blood, Belinda, nodded toward the hidden camera. A subtle nod, but there all the same. Anyone else might not have noticed, but he did, he saw everything.

“Get back to work. I don’t pay you to gossip, I pay you to clean,” The Strangers voice bellowed through the microphone. The voice startled them, the voice booming through the Tanoy system. They quickly got back to work, not willing to anger The Stranger further.

Switching to the monitor in the other chamber, The Stranger witnessed his heavies dragging their next contestant, Graham Anderson into position. A highlander with a dark secret. He probably didn’t think he could find that out. How could he possibly know what he did? How he buried an innocent woman in the woods. A woman with a child, a future? The Stranger had his means and he used it to its full potential. He was going to have a lot of fun with this one.

There was another audience awaiting his pleasure. An audience that was curated for a very particular kink. Graham Anderson was going to suffer, and The Stranger anticipated further bookings from this one death alone.

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