Thursday's Traitor

Traitor

Will had never suspected that Grace Sullivan was a traitor. She had ripped out his trust and stamped on it with those dainty little boots of hers, grinding it until it was dust underneath her sole. If he was honest he had always thought he would be the one to leave. He had always imagined that one day he would simply get bored of her and then that would be it, he'd cast her back out into the sea and hook himself an even prettier fish. Instead the conniving little bitch had packed a bag while he was out of the city on business and disappeared into thin air.

The moment he realized she wasn't returning his calls he had stormed over to her apartment in a haze of fury. He had felt that indignant rage flaring up inside of him as he used his spare key to let himself in. If she had been there he would have beaten her bloody, he deserved better than to be kept waiting and she knew that. Her apartment was exactly the same as it had been since before he'd left for San Francisco. It hadn't taken him long to deduce her duffle bag was missing, where ever she went that musty old thing with the sewn on rock band patches went with her. He didn't know the significance of them and he had never cared unless it was to tell her that the ridiculous thing wasn't allowed in his apartment. He had bought her a Louis Vaton overnight bag for when she stayed over , he thought that buying her something designer would give her more class and in turn make her more appreciative.

The fact it was strewn across the bottom of her closet like it was a worthless piece of trash had made him see red. The venomous rage directed at his girlfriend had boiled over and he had begun hitting everything within sight in order to gain a sense of release from his savage emotions. Trashing her apartment hadn't worked to soothe his violent temper and he knew the only thing that would would be the stinging connection of skin on skin contact when he slapped Grace in across the face for her disobedience. He felt powerful when he hit her. Seeing that terror in those wide grey eyes did something for him that sex never could. Breaking down her will power had become a game for him during the course of their relationship, it was her defiance and independence that and drawn him to her in the first place. Will had needed the challenge after all the stupid, weak bimbos he had cowed.

Her ferocity had burned like the brightest candle in the darkness, she was what he needed to flavour his world. Now Grace had taken his game to a new level. Nobody had ever dared to leave him before and Will Hamlin thought it was time that she learned exactly what he did to traitors.