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His body starts to convulse.
Both his eyes widen.
Two thousand volts are rushing through his body.
More smoke comes from his head.
His hair begins to singe. The smell is repulsing.
Not wanting to start a fire. I turn the electricity off.
Observing for a moment, his body is limp. He doesn't move, and his head sags.
He is gone.
Now, only one remains. His time will come.
Chapter 21
Rain
After Elijah was finished playing with number two, we undid his metal cuffs, which left burn marks on his wrists and unbuckled the leather straps at his ankles. His deadweight forced his body off the chair and onto the hard cement floor. His head bounced off it, and the cracking sound of his skull echoed in the small space. I felt nothing that I should have. No remorse. Not ashamed. Only pride.
Blood was still dripping from his body and the ball gag was still in his mouth.
The smell of burning flesh lingered, as my eyes watered from the horrendous smell.
Without a word, Elijah walked over to another cabinet, grabbed a large roll of clear plastic and threw it to the ground. I walked over to it and began to roll it out in front of me. Making sure it was long enough to fit the body. Once it was, E was behind me cutting it free, then he began to roll number two onto it. As his body reached the edge of the large plastic sheet, E rolled the body with it, wrapping him up like a present without a bow.
I stood admiring his work, our work.
Blood is smeared and his feet stick out of the end.
E then grabbed the roll of packing tape and began taping it up so number two couldn’ roll out.
“Little bat, open the garage door and open the trunk of my car.” Elijah instructed with extreme focus on the task before him.
As I did what he asked, the garage opened and I walked over to his car parked outside on the driveway. Behind me, I heard grunts but never looked back to see.
As I opened the trunk, I heard heavy footsteps from behind me. Moving out of the way, I went to the passenger side and got in. Looking in the rearview mirror, I tried to watch what he was doing, but the open trunk obstructed my view. The car bounced when he threw the body in, then the trunk slammed shut, causing the car to shake once more before he got in.
We didn’t speak.
He started the car, grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight, reassuring me everything was going to be ok.
Now we are pulling up to The Chapel, it’s early hours of the morning, and the night sky is still looming above us. The stars are shining bright, as we speed past the trees lining the backroad.
Elijah’s comforting voice fills the void space, “If anyone catches us, jump in the driver's seat and leave me. I can handle them. But if you stay my attention will be divided, protecting you and saving us.”
He’s right.
My heart will break if it comes to that. Leaving him behind and driving off with him in my rearview mirror would fucking kill me. But it makes sense.
I turn my head to look at him, his eyes remain focused on the road, and shadows cross his face. This man is beautiful.
Nodding my head, my voice comes out as a whisper, “I understand.”
E doesn’t respond, his energy is screaming, I can feel it. He is worried about me. He doesn’t need to say it, I feel it. Our connection was built on this foundation, feeling each other's energy and it has only gotten stronger in the past few days.
