Swiper gasped for breath, his heart hammering against his chest. Dear god what had he done? The music was still loud, throbbing deep into his skull. Everything was in full swing, the other dancers were grinding at their poles, smoke filled the room heavily, no one probably even remembered Swiper and Benny going into that room at the state of things.

He rested his back against the door, only faintly hearing Benny's yells. The man who had made his life hell. Now he would make it ten times worse, oh god, what if Benny went after his daughter? Swiper wouldn't put it past him.

Swiper wasn't sure exactly when he decided, but his mind was made up. He swallowed a few times, his throat dry. He looked around the room again, his sweaty palm on the doorknob. No one was even paying attention to the lone fox. This was his chance to end it all.

Almost as if in a trance, Swiper opened the door and quickly slipped inside. He could tell Benny's shouts should be louder, but he couldn't hear anything. Just the screaming sound of the blood pumping through his ears. His eyes narrowed, and like a flash he could see everything Benny had ever done to him. There was no turning back.

Swiper spit a few times, clearing his mouth of Benny's blood. His eyes fell upon his weapon. A curling iron on a table across the room. It was still plugged in and hot from whatever dancer got ready in here before him. He worried his bottom lip into his mouth, chewing on it lightly while walking over to the table. He was feeling a lot calmer than he probably should.

Benny hadn't noticed he reentered the room, he was too caught up in his own pain. Swiper quickly grabbed the iron from the table, unplugging it. He took a few calm, calculated steps towards where Benny lay thrashing.

Apparently Benny had at one point tried to pull the pen out of his eye, which was probably the biggest mistake he could of made. Blood was now freely flowing from the wound, down his face, sticking to his torso and giving the air a disgusting iron tinge. The pen laid forgotten on the floor a few feet from them, a hunk of gooey white mass stuck in the tip. Swiper smiled in satisfaction upon seeing Benny in pain for once. Of being the one in power for once.

"WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU," he heard Benny roar. Swiper smiled and took a step closer. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU AND THAT WHORE OF A DAU-" Swiper lost it.

Cutting Benny off, Swiper swung the hot iron. It immediately started sizzling upon contact with Benny's bloody face. That first hit was all it took.

All Swiper could hear was screaming as he swung again and again. Whether it was his own screaming or Benny's, or even a sick mixture of the two, he had no idea. All he knew was it just felt so damn good. His arms burned, each hit feeling radiating up to his shoulders.

Tears dripped down Swiper's face, but they were not tears of sadness. Finally, long after the iron cooled and Benny stopped screaming for good Swiper shuddered his release. He looked down at the white mess sprayed on his thighs and stomach and smiled. It was the first time Benny had ever gotten him off. Who knew Benny had it in him.

Swiper sat down heavily, gasping for breath. His mind had shut down, part of it being the afterglow of his orgasm, part of it being shock from what he had just done. He surveyed the damage. Benny laid in an unrecognizable heap, his face scarred beyond repair. If Swiper just dumped him somewhere with a high bull population no one would know who he was. Swiper quickly craned his head to the left, then right, his neck emitting loud pops while he contemplated different ideas.

But, wait. Benny was his best customer. He would need money, his daughter needed money. That's when he saw it, the bulge of the wallet in Benny's discarded trousers. Not having the energy quite yet to stand, Swiper crawled over to where the pants laid.

Slipping his hand in the pocket, he retrieved not only the wallet but also Benny's keys. Hmm. They could most definitely come into use. Benny didn't have any family, for as far as Swiper knew. Not that he would be very surprised if Benny kept any sort of slave, or 'servant' against their will. In fact, now that he thought about it he most definitely did. Humiliation and deprivation were two of Benny's favorite things, that idea had Benny written all over it.

Swiper felt a smile creep onto his lips at the thought. A little dangerous, yes, but he might finally be able to give his little angel the life she deserves. With a little luck, he could make this murder work out in his favor.