Hummingbird by Nathan L. Flamank

I’ve ever met, seriously what’s the deal?’
    ‘Just do what you’re told Selena and don’t worry about my obsessions.’
    Selena felt her face flush and the anger spilled out before she could stop it.
    ‘Fucking hell Jack, I was only asking, Jesus!’
    Jack glared at her and she quickly fell silent, again she had that sense of chastisement; she felt like a naughty child being reprimanded by a parent.
    I hate him !
    ‘Bend over, put your hands on your knees.’
    Selena did as Jack commanded and she looked at Jack’s face; she could see his eyes were on her suspending breasts.
    He always did have a thing for my tits .
    Selena remained in the position that Jack had ordered her in to and waited for Jack’s next command. Jack continued walking along the pathway and he turned to glance back at Selena.
    ‘I’ll be another hour out here with the dogs, you better be exactly where you are when I return and don’t even think about moving, you’re on camera.’ With that said Jack continued walking and he didn’t look back.
    Selena was stunned and she looked around her immediate surroundings and she quickly spotted the security camera secured to the trunk of a tree; the camera was mounted about ten feet from the forest floor and the lens was aimed directly at her; Jack had picked this spot to stop on purpose!
    Selena couldn’t believe it.
    What the hell, one minute we’re chatting and enjoying ourselves, I even forgot all about the contract for a moment, it felt like the old days. Maybe that’s the whole point Selena, maybe Jack was reminded of the old days and how you fucked it all up. If you have any sense you’ll just stand here and wait for his return. Shit, shit, shit !
    Selena watched Jack’s back until he disappeared from view.
    ‘Well fuck!’ Selena whispered and she settled in for Jack’s return.
     
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    Hugo Wrexler got out of the elevator on his floor and as the doors closed behind him he glanced down the corridor at his apartment’s door; never had he been so happy to see his own place.
    The last three days had been exhausting, a new batch of underage girls had been shipped in to the city and as was his custom Hugo had tasted what the girls had to offer; and fucking tight little assholes was Hugo’s number one enjoyment, there was nothing like the cries of innocence being torn away to give him a hard-on that could last for minutes and Hugo smiled as he inserted the key in to his door, he saw the little redhead’s ass in his mind’s eye.
    ‘She was good, I’ll have her again before I put her to work in one of the Fat Man’s houses.’
    Hugo turned the key and pushed his front door open; the door swung wide and Hugo was cut in half by the roar of a shotgun. The blast caught him squarely inches above his two inch cock and the concussive force of two loads of buckshot tore through muscle, fat, bone and sinew to severe torso from legs and the corridor was bathed in a torrent of crimson.
    As the cordite settled and the smoke cleared the door came to a stop and revealed a shotgun rigged to a stool, thin nylon cords connected the trigger to the door and when the police arrived ten minutes later they would admire the skill in which the trap had been set.
    And it would be a rookie patrol woman who spotted the intricately folded piece of paper on the floor beneath the stool, and the piece of paper would look a lot like a hummingbird.
     
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    Not only was every muscle in her arms and back aching, Selena’s breasts were beginning to ache and the urge to urinate that she had been fighting to control for the last hour was almost at the point of her not being able to hold it back.
    Selena groaned as she felt another surging need