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“I been watchin ya fer a good minute now,” he confessed with a thick accent.
When his weight lifted away, I attempted to move but he quickly grabbed hold of my ankles and flipped me onto my back with a little splash. Swallowing a yelp, I blinked up at a bear of a man with a head of unruly brown hair.
“What do you want?”
“Got what I want.” He flashed me a smile of stained black and yellow teeth before turning around. He started walking in a different direction than I had been going, dragging me along behind him.
“Let me go!” I yelled at his back, twisting and turning in every direction, clawing at the ground in an effort to break free.
“Calm down, darlin. We’ll be home soon,” he laughed.
Home? Where the fuck was home?
CHAPTER FIVE
Most people had a morning routine.
The fortunate ones got to sit down and read the paper in a comfy, cozy house and enjoy a cup of espresso. They sat in some plush ass chair in the fleece robe or plaid pajamas they had slept in. Maybe they propped their slipper-clad feet up in the process.
Thank fuck that wasn’t me. Espresso tasted like pig shit, and I slept naked.
The unfortunate ones had to figure out if they were going to be able to drink a glass of water or eat that day. Then they had to double check that the boogeyman hadn’t snatched up a family member in the middle of the night.
They couldn’t even piss in safety.
Gotta say I’m real fucking glad not to be one of them, either. Having to worry about my life while my dick was in my hand would really fuck up my day.
Then, there was me.
Every morning, I looked out at a world that had rotted and gone cold. A world responsible for taking away the parts of me that ever dared to care. I had nothing left anymore but a cyclone of endless rage constantly churning thorns and venom through my veins.
I didn’t give a shit if someone’s family member went missing in the middle of the night. I had my own people to take care of.
If I wasn’t so deranged, I might have pretended I wanted to change. I was better off like this, and I refused to hide from what was inside me. In my anarchy, only the strong survived. I had the scars beneath my ink to prove it. The bodies buried all around my domain only solidified it.
The weeping that burst through my monitor and had me turning away from the window, putting an end to my daily morning reflections, sealed the deal.
Without bothering to look, I bypassed the screen and left the room. The warehouse was silent now that I was away from the monitors; not even the woman’s cries could be heard.
I made my way down to the lower level of the building, reminding myself I still needed to get rid of the dead redhead on my bedroom floor.
Beyond a metal door that sat alone at the end of a short hall was my unhappy new friend. The door groaned and squeaked when I pushed against it, slamming shut with a loud bang after I stepped through.
I glanced around the barren room, noting that the pliers had been moved from their resting place on the wall. That meant Cobra had come in after I left the night before.
Looking towards the woman restrained in the center of the room, I began to approach her with slow, measured steps.
Her husband’s naked body was directly across from her. His arms were still tied to the poles that had pulled them from their sockets, his tibia stuck clean through his right leg, and dried blood coated the back of his thighs and ass. He’d bled out sometime the previous day after he was fucked for a solid hour and then had his wrists cut open.
The woman stopped wailing and started trying to swing her suspended body in my direction. I had purposely secured the ropes around her so there was no give in them, making sure she couldn’t find a way to ease her discomfort or look away from her husband’s brutalized asshole.
A fresh line of drool hung from the side of her busted lip. On the floor beneath her head lay Cobra’s handiwork—a small pile of blood
y, broken teeth.
She looked up at me with swollen green eyes I wanted to carve out of their sockets. The blind would see a helpless woman made to dress like an old-style nun, hanging from the ceiling. I saw a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
“Do you remember where David is now?” I interrogated.
