“You like putting women in their places, don’t you?” I egg him on.
He swallows as he starts the car and drives down the mountain. I roll my eyes and look out the window, disappointed by the lack of response.
It’s no fun when he won’t play along.
I swallow and glance at him, but he refuses to look anywhere else but the road, keeping his hands tightly on the steering wheel, as if just a single glance could make him spiral, and a smirk spreads on my lips.
My sickening greed for his slutty body really stuck with him, didn’t it?
As we drive through the city, there are far fewer apartments than I expected where we’re going, and many more industrial buildings. We’re heading toward the outskirts of Crescent Vale City.
Do the police have another station here that I wasn’t aware of?
Atreus parks the car at an abandoned gravel parking lot in front of an iffy-looking warehouse that’s all too familiar, and my heart rate shoots up.
This … this is where I killed my first victim since I came out of the hospital.
Does he know?
CHAPTER 28
Sunny
Atreus stepsout of the car and opens my door.
“Why are w—”
Before I can finish my sentence, he’s already undone my seat belt and hauled me out by my arm. “Hey, get your hands off me.”
He drags me with him into the warehouse and slams the door shut behind him, while my eyes dart around, amazed at the lack of a single trace of evidence from my killing spree here.
“This isn’t how the police question people,” I growl. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
He swings me against the wall right next to an old metal pipe and pulls a set of cuffs from his pocket, twisting them around my wrists and sealing me in place next to the pipe within mere seconds.
The vicious smile on his face makes even me feel at odds.
“What the f—”
He grips my chin, nails digging into my skin. “Bunnies don’t like being trapped, do they?”
I jerk on the cuffs, but no matter how hard I try, they won’t come loose.
He leans in so close I can feel his breath on my skin, teeth barely separating as he hisses, “How does it feel?”
I spit on his face. “Fuck you.”
His hand slowly rises to wipe it off while the fingers that clench around my chin tighten until my jaw is forced open.
“You’re a fucking brat who needs to be tamed,” he growls, stuffing his fingers inside to swipe my own spit right back on my tongue. “Keep your goddamn spit where it belongs.”
I try to lower my teeth to bite into his index finger, but his powerful grip on my jaw won’t let me.
“No fucking biting, bunny.”
“Fuck. You,” I say.
But it only makes him laugh.
