Method

Chapter 12 - Method

The office smelled of old paper, cheap coffee, and dust that had settled into the corners over years of neglect. Sunlight pushed through the grimy windows, falling across the desk where Torin sat with the ledger open in front of him. The room looked almost exactly as it always had, but it felt different now. He had spent too long being treated like someone who could be pushed around, ignored, and threatened. This morning, sitting behind the desk with the building's accounts in front of him, he finally felt like the owner everyone else had been pretending he wasn't.

The first troublesome tenant arrived shortly after nine. He had been late for months and had always managed to find some excuse whenever Torin asked about the money. Today he stood in the doorway with an envelope clutched tightly in both hands. He avoided Torin's eyes as he crossed the room, placed the envelope on the desk, and waited while Torin counted every note. When the amount was confirmed, the man nodded quietly and left without offering another excuse.

After that, they started coming one after another. Some arrived carrying cash in thick envelopes, while others came with their phones already open to show bank transfers. These were the same people who had once smirked when Torin was struggling, the same people who had ignored his warnings because they believed there would never be consequences. Now they stood nervously on the other side of his desk, waiting for him to confirm their payments. A few couldn't stop glancing toward the bat leaning against the wall, while others kept their eyes fixed firmly on the floor.

Torin didn't need to threaten any of them. He simply opened the ledger, found their names, collected what they owed, and marked each payment down. That seemed to make the situation even more uncomfortable for them. There was no shouting to hide behind and no argument they could turn into a distraction. The debt was there in black and white, and Torin was finally in a position to collect it.

By the afternoon, the building itself began to change. Tenants who still had somewhere else to go started packing their belongings and disappearing. Doors slammed throughout the corridors as people hurried in and out with boxes, bags, and suitcases. The stairwell filled with the sound of wheels scraping against concrete and footsteps moving quickly toward the exits. Some tenants wouldn't even meet Torin's eyes when they passed him. Others gave him a nervous nod before continuing downstairs.

Within a few hours, entire sections of the building had fallen silent. Torin walked through the corridors later that afternoon and noticed how different everything sounded without the constant noise. Apartments that had been occupied for years now stood open and empty, stripped down to bare walls and abandoned furniture. Doorways stared back at him from the darkness, making the building feel strangely hollow.

Brask's people were a different matter. Criminal records didn't exactly make finding a new landlord easy, and most of them had no realistic way of walking away from the building overnight. Their families stayed, and the men who had spent months acting tough suddenly became very practical about their outstanding rent. One by one, payments began appearing on Torin's phone before the night had fully settled. Every transfer was clean, every amount matched the ledger, and every excuse they had once used disappeared along with their money.

Brask himself never showed.

That was the one thing Torin couldn't quite ignore. He had expected Brask to make an appearance eventually, if only to prove that he hadn't been completely beaten. The man had spent too long believing the building belonged to him. Yet the hours passed, the payments due, and there was still no sign of him. By evening, Torin began to wonder whether Brask had finally run away realizing that the situation had changed beyond anything he could control.

It was almost dark when the office door opened again.

Leena walked inside alone. Her usual makeup was gone, her hair was pulled back carelessly, and the skin around her eyes was red and swollen. She looked like someone who hadn't slept and hadn't stopped thinking about what had happened long enough to recover from it.

She stood several feet from the desk, holding nothing tightly against her chest.

For several seconds she didn't say anything. Then she finally looked at Torin, though she couldn't hold his gaze for more than a moment.

“He took everything,” she said, her voice flat and exhausted. “Every penny. He ran away leaving nothing. Misty and I... we're finished. I can't—”

Torin listened without sympathy or anger. He had heard enough explanations over the past few days to know exactly what they were worth. Whatever had happened between Leena and Brask was no longer his problem, and he wasn't interested in becoming the person who rescued her from the consequences.

He turned slightly toward her and said, “Pay the rent or get the fuck out.”

Leena stared at him as though she hadn't expected the answer to be that simple. Her lips parted, but nothing came out. For a second, Torin thought she might finally argue, plead, or tell him another story about why she deserved an exception. Instead, she lowered her eyes and tightened her grip around the envelope.

Torin turned away and started toward the back of the office.

He had taken only a couple of steps when he heard movement behind him. It was quiet enough that another person might have ignored it, but Torin had spent too many years learning to recognize danger in small sounds. He heard the soft shuffle of feet, followed almost immediately by the unmistakable click of the lock turning in the office door.

Torin stopped.

His body reacted before his mind had time to catch up. He turned sharply, his hand already reaching for the bat beside the wall. The weapon came free as he faced the doorway, his grip tightening as he prepared for whatever was waiting on the other side.

He was ready to crack another skull……………And he stopped.

Leena stood in the middle of the office completely naked. Clothes in a small pile by the door. Skin glowing under the cheap fluorescent light. Full tits, dark nipples already tight, hips that looked like they were made to be grabbed. A thin trail of hair leading down between her thighs. She was breathing hard, but she didn’t cover herself.

Torin’s face stayed cold. “What the fuck is this?”

She didn’t answer with words. She dropped to her knees right in front of him, fingers already working his belt. She pulled his cock free—already half-hard from the sight of her—and without a single hesitation she leaned in and took him into her mouth.

Torin’s breath left him in a low growl. “Fuck… use your tongue.”

She did it instantly. Licking under the head, swirling, sucking him deeper like she had been starving for it. Her hands gripped the backs of his thighs. Spit started running down her chin. She looked up at him with those same eyes that had drained of colour the day before, only now they were dark with something else entirely.

Torin’s free hand tangled in her hair. The bat dropped to the floor with a dull thud.

Outside, the last of the rent money kept coming in—transfers, cash under the door, silence settling over the building like a held breath.

Inside, Torin pulled her off his cock just long enough to drag her up, bend her over the desk, and shove into her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out, half pain, half relief, fingers clawing at the wood while he fucked her.

The building was finally quiet and Leena was getting fucked exactly the way she had offered.

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