The Tyrant's Trophy
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Phil:

Maybell… “you insolent, empty-headed, slut!”

I should have gone and dragged her back myself. If it weren’t for that boy-toy, Logan would have gotten her home all those months ago. Now he’s captured and my nymph of a wife has that man twisted around her pinky.

“Just wait, love.” I spat in the face of my current victim; Kelly. Iogair’s stupid friend who had the gall to try and play me by pretending to have nothing more than a boss/employee relationship with that redhead. I know they’re actually close friends - best friends in fact. I guess I should thank Brooke for that. She screwed me out of a prized test subject, but she still maintains her usefulness. Stubbornness has to be a genetic trait they share.

“This is what happens when sluts like you cross me.” I forced the scalpel in the corner of Kelly’s eye socket; in the tear duct. Her scream was quite fascinating but I required more to alleviate my mood. With my new ‘morgue’ room being completely soundproof and strictly off limits, I can literally do whatever I want with this pathetic sack of crap. She had the nerves to try and run from me.

Just thinking about it brings back the bitterness in my mouth.

“Dr, Sweetheart, this is Kelly?”

“Yes, hello.” I kept my tone light and welcoming. “Is your dad alright? Did something happen.” Not that I actually care but if her dad did croak while in my care, it won’t look good for business.

The women nervously chuckled. Is that fear I hear? Oh, how interesting. “No, no. Dad’s alright. I am calling about moving him to a different clinic.”

Ah.

I bet this is Iogair’s doing as well.

The fiend is playing ‘hero’ for everyone now. “What do you mean?” I faked innocent confusion. “Did your dad complain about my staff and I? I apologize if we’re not giving him the ultimate care -” He’s lucky I never overdosed him with some of my personally made medications.

“No, that’s not it at all. I just feel my dad would benefit from receiving his treatments from a clinic closer to home is all.” First my wife, then Logan, and now this dumb chick. How many more tools will that journalist steal from me?

Maybe it’s time I send her a message.

“I understand.” Finally, I felt some control back in my grips. Oh, how I missed the feeling. I’m going to savor Kelly and I might even send a message to my dear wife too. Because, why not? “I’ll get the paperwork ready and you can stop by my clinic tomorrow morning to sign?”

“Wouldn’t email be quicker?” Oh no, you are not getting away from me, dear.

“I’m old school; paperwork works faster with these kinds of things. After you sign, I can print you a copy to take home and from there, my assistant will transfer all the documents you’re going to need to the clinics of your choosing. She’s better at technology than I am.”

She hesitated but I wasn’t worried. She can’t transfer her dad anywhere without the necessary documents. “At your office you say?”

I couldn’t help grinning. “Of course.” That’s right, be lured by false security. She thinks the more public our meeting is, the safer she is. I own everyone in my clinic though. The women and men are in my hands so no matter what I do, they’ll just turn a blind eye. They’ll do it if they know what’s good for them.

Kelly’s reply made my day a whole lot brighter. “Alright. Tomorrow in the morning.”

“Once I’m done with you, I’ll take care of that dad too.” Removing the scalpel, I admired the decent size hole I made. Placing the utensil down alongside my other favorite tools, I proceeded to cut the brunette’s clothes off and outside the places of flesh I needed to cut. Of course, while torturing her, I injected my most prized serum that preserves the organs and gives them an extra boost of nutrients, making them ripe to harvest. And of course, I’m going to gut her open without any anesthesia.

Maybell better be thankful I never did this to her. “When I get you back,” I promised my wife silently, “I’ll break you.” This time, She’ll be shattered in a million pieces without anyone to put her back this time. “I’ll make her remember who owns her.” I can’t say the same about her lover…I’ll take all the more pleasure in killing Adam’s lapdog in front of her very eyes.

I’ll do it slowly too; gingerly remove his heart and give it as a welcome home present to my lovely creation. After all, that’s what that Sawyer wants; for Maybell to accept his heart so why not give her his other organs as well?

Tsk, that will come soon enough. Patience, Phillip. You didn’t get where you are by rushing through things. It took meticulous calculation and mountains of patience. I’ve been keeping tabs on Maybell’s pawns thanks to my benefactors’ connections.

Shame that Logan’s been caught. He was my right hand - Well, limbs can always be replaced I guess. I do it all the time with my lovely subjects; Logan will understand. It’s business. I’ll have a fellow acquaintance just kill him and Quinn. I’ll have to be sure to tell the guy to destroy all the videos and files those fools gathered on me.

The only mess left cleaning up is Adam Carter. If only the man didn’t rise to fame in the mafia world. He definitely stole important documents from my computer. I should have left his crippled butt when I first met him. He would honestly be nothing if I hadn’t intervened with his injury. Setting someone under cover is the easy part: there’s plenty of pawns at my disposal or I can use another corrupt cop.

It’s getting the punk to cease his assistance in this. I don’t need a man like Adam in my business; not when I’m finally getting the breakthroughs I’ve worked so hard at achieving. Perhaps I can use that pregnant piece of meat he keeps locked up as leverage? That won’t do though; I’ve seen how possessive Adam Carter is of his territory.

Swearing under my breath, I took out a burner phone I bought down with me. I dialed a number I knew by heart, I waited for the receiver to pick up. I didn’t have to wait long.

“What is it?” The gruff voice of a benefactor answered. He’s an older gentleman - a senator to be precise - with a granddaughter who is in need of some healthy kidneys. The man also has the men I need to carry out my plans.

“I need some cops and doctors at my disposal. I have the kidneys for your granddaughter.”

“When can we schedule her surgery?”

“When can I get the men?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow then.”

There was no need for ‘goodbyes’. Hanging up, I promptly threw the phone to the wall, shattering it. I sighed. One last thing to worry about. Turning back the the whimpering heap below me, I smiled my brightest smile. “Where were we, Miss Kelly?” I feigned confusion. “Ah yes, Kidneys.”

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