Male ones.
Female ones.
He was so lost in them that he didn’t know who he was, or if he was ever in control in the first place.
Hell!
He didn’t know if he was a voice, himself, and one of them was the real person.
It was all a jumble of chaos.
As he placed her in the cage, she whimpered through the gag he’d put on her so she couldn’t make noise.
Oh, she’d have her chance.
They all did.
“Just hush up, and don’t be a problem,” he whispered. “If you make him mad, he just enjoys it.”
She had tears in her eyes.
“Say you’re sorry, and that you shouldn’t have done what you did those years ago. Say that you repent. It’s for the best,” he whispered, as if he thought the man couldn’t hear them.
Oh, he could.
Already, in his head, there was laughter.
Sick.
Twisted.
Laughter.
The cacophony of it filled his mind and scared him.
The mean one was there, and like always, he was watching the whole thing go down. He was, after all, in charge.
She tugged at her bonds.
“Don’t do it,” he said. “Trust me. He’s vicious when he needs to be. I forgive you for what you did, but he doesn’t. He hates you,” he said, and then he began looking around like he was approaching.
Because he was.
That rage was in control, and it was taking over.
“He’s coming,” he whispered. “Hope he takes a nap, so you have more time.”
Because when he showed up…
No one was safe.
Chapter Twenty
Precinct
Conference room
Six A.M.
