I had never killed anyone before. I thought I would feel bad. I had strong morals and killing was wrong. But I didn't feel bad. Even though the man was tied to a table. Defenseless. I didn't feel bad. I felt just. This man was part of a group that took the ones I loved from me. They took my mum, they took my dad's, they took my mates.
I looked up to see Max stood there. His face was unreadable. He probably thought I was disgusting. He was probably waiting for the remorse that would not come. This man deserved to die. Max walked towards me and as he did his expression darkened with lust. He picked me up, my legs going around his hips automatically as he pushed me back into the wall.
I gripped his dreads and pulled. He growled and rammed his hard d**k against me grinning hard. I moaned a
