Because heNEVERforgot.
Not.
One.
Day.
Focusing on his work, he made sure he took out the trash.
As she screamed, he heated the sharp knife, so it cut through her flesh like it would through butter.
Nice.
And.
Smooth.
“Why are you doing this?” she asked, her whole being wracked with pain and the fear he’d instilled in her.
He’d sliced through her one ear, removing it, and the pain was like nothing she’d ever felt before.
He just laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Why shouldn’t I do it? Do you know how you ruined my life?” he asked. “Do you know how your actions caused so much pain to my mother and myself? Do you know how she died after all of this, broken and ashamed?”
No, she didn’t know.
Honestly, she was struggling to understand what this was all about. She’d been standing by the street waiting for her ride home, and then she woke up in a cage in some dark, musty place. This wasn’t a place she recognized, or him, for that matter.
She’d heard the screams of the other women who had been in the cages nearby when he took them into this space, and she’d tried to escape.
Now, she was trying to understand all of this.
“What did I do to you?”
He turned, keeping the blade in the fire so it reheated nicely.
“You don’t know who I am?” he asked. “Really? Did you give no thought to the mess you’d make when you did what you did to my family?”
All she was thinking about was fighting for her life.
Phylis just wanted to go home to her husband and be safe. She just wanted to escape this lunatic.
“No. What did I do? I think you have me mistaken for someone else. I don’t bother anyone. I go to work at the store, and I come home. I’ve never seen you or your family before!”
He smiled sickly.
Oh, she would know who he was.
When he said his name, that was all it took. When he stared into her eyes and saw the memories of what she’d done, the whore on the table knew.
It took her back.
The look in her eyes…
