“Alright.” I nodded. “What now?” I looked at Cali, giving her the go head to let loose.
She gave me a slow smile. I could see the gears already turning her head. “It’s only nine-thirty. We have over two hours.”
He stood back and watched me work.
Letting my mind lead me, I straddled Vicky’s lap, placed my hands on either side of her face, and stared into her eyes. Her breath smelled sweet, like toffee. She whimpered when I ran the tip of a finger over her ravaged eyelid.
We kill them slowly.
“It’s okay.” I gently ran my thumbs up and down her cheeks in a soothing motion, luring her into a false sense of safety.
Taking a small breath, I placed my lips on hers in a slow, sensual kiss.
Vicky sobbed but reciprocated pretty damn fast. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me, each wondering what the hell I was doing. When her tongue hesitantly touched mine, I bit down on it as hard as I could.
Prolong their suffering.
The first thing she tried to do was turn her head. I dug my fingers in until I could feel skin beneath my nails, and held her in place. I ignored her ear rupturing scream, jumping up when I tasted blood. Immediately, I spit it right into her bad eye.
I dropped down to my knees in front of the black duffel bags. Looking up, I measured the distance from the square banister overlooking the lower level to the floor.
Make them bleed.
It would suffice.
Romero crouched down beside me as I dug, lost in my own little world.
“What are you looking for?” He reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear.
“String or rope and a blindfold.”
He unzipped the bag I hadn’t gotten to yet and took out a roll of twine and the same type of black cloth he’d placed over my head the day we met.
“I want his socks off.” I pointed to Marco. “And then you’ll need your knife.” His dark eyes studied me for a beat and then he moved towards Marco’s chair.
“Is there a shovel somewhere, to dig a hole?” I asked the room, unrolling the twine.
“I can do that,” Bryce volunteered. “How big does it need to be?”
“Big enough to hold a body.”
“It’ll be faster with two people,” Grimm said, following Bryce out of the cabin.
I looked at the clock and took note of the time, scooting towards Marco with the blindfold in my hand.
“What are we doing, sis?” Cobra asked. He stood with Arlen, both watching me with open curiosity.
Instead of answering him, I looked up at Romero. “I want you to cut both of his Achilles tendons.”
He didn’t so much as bat an eyelid at my request. I watched him remove his knife from its hiding spot and crouch down.
Marco yelled something unintelligible through his gag.
Romero was fast. He lined his blade up and cut into the spot at the back of Marco’s ankle, right above his heel. He sliced right through the springy band of tissue and then did the second foot just as fast.
Blood went everywhere. The back of his feet now resembled gaping, toothless mouths as the tendons separated and tore.
Marco and Vicky’s cries mingled together, filling the room and making my heart do a little jig.
