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“Sorry, give it a minute. It’ll warm up.” Reaching behind my back, I pull my shirt over my head and dump it on the floor.
I then take the cap off Emily’s head, before grasping for the bottom of her hoodie. Her hands are quick to come out and halt my movements.
“Stop. What do you think you’re doing?” she hisses as she steps away, coming to a standstill when her back hits the wall.
“Either you remove the jumper, or I will. It’s soaked, babe. You can’t stay in wet clothes.”
“They wouldn’t be wet if you didn’t turn on the shower. And I’m not getting naked in front of you.” Her arms fold over her chest.
“You’re forgetting you don’t have anything I haven’t already seen. Now, you can either let me help you, or you can remove that hoodie yourself. Either way, the clothes are coming off.”
Emmy shakes her head no. She’s forgetting who she’s dealing with. People don’t say no to me. But I can’t be my usual asshole self with her. She’s like a fragile little trapped bird at the moment, just looking for that open window to fly out.
“Emmy, I’m not going to fucking hurt you. I’m not going to touch you—well, not in any way you don’t want me to. I just need to see how badly you’re hurt, that’s all.” I don’t make a move to close the gap she’s put between us, even though my hands are screaming to rip her clothes to shreds already.
“I… I can’t. Please, Josh, don’t make me do this.” Tears fall down her cheeks as she pleads with me.
I don’t like her submissive pleas. It’s not her. The sight of tears running down her cheeks does not sit well with me. I can usually take pleasure in others’ pain and sorrow. Hers, it’s different. And I don’t fucking know how to deal with it.
I’m running out of patience and ideas. I have to get out of here before I do hurt her. Before I become the monster I am.
“I’ll leave some clothes for you on the bed. Make no mistake, Emmy, this conversation is not over.” Stepping out of the shower, I remove my wet boots and jeans before wrapping a towel around my waist. I can feel her eyes on my back the whole time.
I really need to fucking get away from this girl. I don’t like people not doing what I tell them to, but I can’t seem to bring myself to force her to comply either. I need to regroup. I will find out what the fuck happened to her, and when I do, someone’s blood will stain my hands.
For now, I’m going to have to settle with feeding my pigs.
* * *
“Break Stuff”by Limp Bizkit screams out of the speakers. This shed is soundproof; there’s no way to hear what goes on inside. To anyone looking, it’s just an indoor pigpen. I’ve just thrown the last limb of that crazy bitch into the middle, watching as the pigs go nuts eating the human remains.
They love human meat. And I love that I can dispose of a body so easily and effortlessly. I remember thinking Emily was nuts when she thought I had a heap of pigs somewhere that I’d feed her to. It’s because of her that I bought these guys as tiny piglets. I hand-raised them like they were my own children.
Leaning against the wall, I inhale the nicotine of my cigarette, watching as the smoke fills the air. I should go back into the house and check on Emily. I’m sure she’s going to be pissed about the fact that I locked her in my room.
Flicking the butt of my smoke on the floor and squashing it with my boot, I turn to leave just as the door opens. Dean and Zac walk in; both men look towards the pigs and then back at me.
“You know I’ve done some messed up shit in my life, but this here is second-level fucking crazy, Josh,” Zac says, shaking his head.
“You’re welcome to leave, or better yet, be dessert,” I inform him, to which, he just smirks at me. Cocky bastard.
“We’re heading back into the city in the morning.” Dean breaks the stare-off between me and Zac.
“Okay, tell Ella I’ll meet her for breakfast at 7:30 a.m. If she’s not there, I will be breaking your fucking door down.”
“Sure, I’ll let her know.” Dean shrugs his shoulders before asking, “Are you sure you won’t have your hands full? If you say you’re meeting Ella, you have to be there. I won’t have her disappointed if you don’t show. For some strange ass reason, she likes you.”
“Why wouldn’t I show?” I ask.
“I don’t know, Josh. How about that little blonde you have locked up in your room?” Dean knows way too much about my past with Emily. He’s way too fucking intuitive when it comes to me.
“She won’t be a problem. She also has a fucking name asshole—use it. Now, if you’ll both excuse me, I have things to do.” Just as I think I’m getting out of this conversation, Dean stops me with a hand on my chest. I look down at his open palm, then back up at him. But he doesn’t remove it. Anyone else, I would have chopped that hand off their arm already.
“Not so fast. What are you planning on doing with Emily?” he asks.
“That’s really not any of your fucking business,” I growl at him.
“I know how badly she messes with your head. It’s not her I’m worried about. It’s you. So again, what are your plans with Emily.”
“It’s simple really. I’m keeping her.” I shoulder barge past him on my way out the door.
