Mark woke up to the muffled screams of the innocent Sophie who remain securely duct taped to the cold steel table ten feet from where he had been sleeping for the last few hours. He wasn't actually ready to wake up, but there wasn't going to be much sleep to be had with all the noise. Mark checked his clock; he had been asleep longer than he had thought. It was almost 8:00am the next morning. They had much to discuss, and he had two separate customers who had made appointments to pick up their purchases this morning.

"Good morning, Sophie. I do apologize for the duct tape but it's a necessary evil at this point." Mark sighed knowing what was to come next. "This is going to be a long day for the both of us. We have much to discuss and I will have to take a couple of breaks to deal with customers. But everything will be made clear and be over tonight. I promise. I'm gonna take a quick shower and grab some breakfast. Would you like something to help you sleep through the next few hours?"

Mark got up and begin to prepare a syringe of Midazolam he had purchased in Mexico, but Sophie was feverishly shaking her head no and struggling against her binds. She was too weak, and the tape was too strong for her to break so Mark did not worry about that.

"Ok, if you want to stay awake then so be it." Mark thought quietly for a moment. "I should probably move your car away from my shop. I've already had the cops here once. We really shouldn't give them a reason to get a search warrant until I'm finished. Ok the revised plan is that I'm gonna take a quick shower, get a bite to eat, move your car, and then we'll have some time to chat before my first appointment."

Sophie closed her eyes; it was obvious to Mark that she was attempting to calm herself and maybe devise a plan to escape. But that wouldn't happen, he had set up one of his security cameras in the basement so he could watch her while he was busy the night before. Mark gave her a small smile; he started the coffee pot and left the room to take his shower.

Twenty short minutes later he emerged from the tiny bathroom freshly dressed and ready to start the day. The room smelled of freshly brewed Colombian Dark Roast and Sophie was laying quietly on the table. His first appoint wasn't until 11:00am so he had plenty of time to finish his chores before he could start with Sophie. A couple of hard-boiled eggs from the fridge and lightly buttered toast for breakfast would be enough to fuel him for the upcoming daily tasks.

"Ok Miss Sophie, where did you leave you keys?" Mark glanced at the barely clad woman. "Probably in your purse, but where is your purse?" He smiled thinking about the events of the night before. "You're right it's probably upstairs by the chair your, and Devon, sat in. I'll be back as fast as I can. Try and relax."

Mark exited the basement and bolted the door locked before checking the front shop to confirmed it was secure before searching for her purse. Just as he thought it was sitting on the floor next to her chair. The purse was filled to capacity with stuff, make up, her wallet, a hairbrush, and a packet of birth control pills. Apparently, Devon hadn't told her he had gotten a vasectomy five years ago. This information would come in handy later. After a few minutes of riffling through the bag and its different compartments he located the keys in a side pocket and slipped out the door to move the car.

An hour and a half later Mark let himself into the basement to check on Sophie.

"I'm sorry that took longer than expected. I was going to just park your car next to Devon's at the school, but the place was overrun with cops. The school must have filed a report. It's a shame, I found some pictures on his phone that I wanted to put it in his car for them to find. But I guess that bit of evidence will have to wait until later. When..." Mark trailed off the sentence mostly because he didn't know when the when will come. He didn't know how much work he had left to do before he could end it. That would be up to him.

Mark carefully scrutinized the tape securing Sophie to the table and began adding another layer on top at her ankles just for safety.

"Before I do that, I want to remind you this is happening because of Devon. Do you remember anything I told you about his girls last night?" Mark fixed his gaze on her icy blue eyes and could see only confusion. "Let me quickly refresh your memory. Your husband was a vile disgusting human who cheated on you with many sweet naive teenage girls. He made them perform some of the most disgusting acts. He treated their bodies like his personal play toys and convinced them that it was their idea, and they liked it. He ruined these girls and forced me to keep his filthy little secrets for the last seven years."

Mark flashed the pictures he has shown her the night before in front of her face as a visual reminder. Then added one last one. The last one was of the poor girl bent over a car parked in the alley with her skirt pulled up onto her back. Devon had his cock deep into her and was smiling directly into the camera. He knew the camera was catching them, and he liked it. By the time he finished tears were rolling down Sophies face.

"It's time for me to go upstairs. I'll be back down as soon as I can."

About two hours later Mark reappeared in the basement and Sophie had exhausted herself struggling to free herself from the duct tape bonds without any progress. Gently cleaned the dried tears from her face and with a serene smile he placed a thing soft blanket over her exposed flesh.

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"I do apologize, I forgot how cold it gets down here." Mark turned on the space heater to warm the area up a bit. "We have a couple hours before I need to deal with my last appointment of the day. The shop is locked up tight."

Mark rifled through the pictures he had printed out from Devons phone. "I printed some of the pictures from Devons phone to assist you in accepting the reality of who he was. I know my stories alone wouldn't be enough because I know you are an honest, faithful, and loyal wife. You are the innocent victim in all this."

Mark pulled up a stool so that he could sit and still be above her enough to show Sophie the photos.

"This is Marie Torres, Devon's first victim. She was only sixteen years old when they first met. She was by no means an innocent virgin but hadn't had enough experience with sex to fully realize the joy it can be." Mark placed the head shot of a sweet young Mexican girl with thick wavy black hair and bright golden eyes in front of Sophie. "She developed a crush on Devon during the first week of glass and he picked up on it right away. At first, he brushed her off, but he was so tempted. When he came to me with his dilemma, I warned him of the possible consequences and for a while he resisted. But a month later he was coming in telling me of how she just blossomed, his words not mine, under his sexual tutelage. It was disgusting. He kept the sex very vanilla. He taught her many different positions and how to give blow jobs."

Mark produced a picture of the girl with Devon's cock her mouth. Those golden eyes closed, and her shiny red lips wrapped firmed around the tip of his cock. The sight turned Marks stomach; he hadn't wanted to see them but knew that she must see them. She had to fully accept what Devon was before the end.

Mark let out a sigh of his own, the room had quickly warmed up. He removed the blanket from Sophies body.

"This next part is for Him," Mark glanced at Katie's mirror where Alex stood smiling and witnessing the scene. "I'm going to take the tape off your mouth. This room is soundproof, and the shop is closed up tight so screaming would be an unnecessary use of your energy. Not to mention is would just piss me off." Mark reached out and picked up the death shard then pulled the tape off her mouth.

"Stop, please, I believe you. Just let me go and I won't tell anyone anything," she begged for her life.

Mark smiled placing the tip of the shard against her skin between her rib cage at the top and slowly began cutting the ivory flesh down to her belly button. The cut was not deep enough to kill but deep enough to produce a long straight flesh wound. The blood slows dripped down each side of her torso producing an easy flow of blood streams. The pain produced a blood curdling scream from the unvarnished lips of the woman.

"You will be please to know that Maria went on to an ivy league university where she graduated cum laude. The last I heard she was working for NASA as an engineer and was happily married. Devon was pretty gentle and tame with her. I'm grateful for that. But he didn't remain as careful."

"Candice Marie Hanns and Oliva Tuffs," Mark pulled out two more close ups of girls, a stunning strawberry blond and a girl with dark auburn hair. "Year two and three. Both of these girls were seniors and seventeen years old. Granted they do look a little older then seventeen. Which is why Devon was able to get them believable fake ID's. This one..." Mark held the picture of Candice closer to Sophies face "this one, year two, he got a bit bolder with. He'd take her to the bar on Fridays after school and get her black out drunk and fuck her in the alley. He would strip her nekkid in the dark alley, exposing her to the dirty grimy filth and fuck her on the ground between the parked cars. One time when she was so drunk he knew she wouldn't remember he allowed the bartender to stick his dirty filthy cock in her ass. And he took pictures of them."

Mark had taken out a picture of the girl bent over the tailgate of a dirty blue truck. She was completely stripped and laying lifeless with her eyes closed and the bartender with his pants at his ankles pressed up against her ass. Mark knew she'd recognize the man because Devon had bragged about how he often took his wife to the bar for date nights, and no one had ever even hinted that Devon was bringing his girls there.

"He'd only did that to this poor girl once. Devon got worried that the bartender would feel bad and blow it to his wife. Of course, that never happened because the bartender thought Candice was twenty-one and a student at the university. He didn't know he was violating an innocent seventeen-year-old who was being used by his disgusting perverted friend. Yeah, I kept track of all his girls, Devon didn't give a crap. But I needed to know what happened to them. Candice is an alcoholic, has three kids who she barely see's because they all live with their fathers. Yes, I said fathers, multiple baby daddies."

Mark picked up the death shard again. He placed the shard on her left side and began to dig into her flesh.

"Wait... Wait," she begged "please don't do this to me."

"You shouldn't waste your breath; I need to do this."

"But I'm pregnant. Please don't hurt my baby."

Mark hesitated, then smiled sweetly at Sophie.

"You're either lying in an attempt to sway me away from my mission or you're a cheater. Which is it? Are you an innocent or... not?"

"Neither this is mine and Devon's baby."

"Then how do you explain the birth control pills I found in your purse?"

"It's an old prescription. Please."

"Okay if you are pregnant than you're a cheater," Mark sighed. "You see I know that Devon had a vasectomy five years ago. You see there was a pregnancy scare with the next girl, Olivia. Thank God she wasn't pregnant, but Devon was scared to death one of these girls would get pregnant. So, he made some excuse to be away from you for a weekend and spent it here on my cot recovering. I know you wanted a baby, but he never wanted kids. He called babies snot monsters. I have no idea how he ever got into a teaching position."

Sophie started sobbing again. The reality that her husband was a lying, cheating, child molester sinking in.

"I guess I may never know if you're a liar or a cheater. In actuality it doesn't really matter." Mark placed the hard against her flesh again and dug. This time her screams didn't startle or detour his bloody drawing. Now Sophie had two intersecting bloody gapping lines crossing her abdomen.

"I'm sorry to do this to you but it's almost time for my second appointment. Don't worry these cuts aren't deep enough to kill you. We have five more girls to discuss, including Olivia."

Mark covered the still bleeding Sophie with the blanket from earlier, retaped her mouth shut, and gave her a small, sweet kiss on her forehead before heading up to the shop.