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Prologue
Her tearstained face didn’t move me.
Her strangled cries didn’t faze me.
Her begging didn’t touch me at all.
Her bloodied body didn’t stop me.
She was nothing but a dirty whore, and no matter the tears, screams, and struggles, she loved this. She loved everything that was being done to her, and I knew it for a fact. After all, I’d already seen everything that she was capable of. I’d seen what she liked, and this was exactly what she preferred.
Watching her wrists leak blood from her valiant efforts to free herself, I felt no guilt. Had she been a good girl, then she wouldn’t be in this position. Had she been the kind of girl that wanted to be loved and cherished, then I never would have picked her.
However, that’s not what she was.
Instead, I had watched her do the filthiest things to those men. I had also watched as they had debased every inch of her body, her whorish moans begging for more. She had violated everything that we were about here, and she’d had no shame in mocking us.
She wasn’t mocking us now.
Right now, she was fighting for her life, but the joke was on her. She was never going to leave this place alive. She had more nights like this one to look forward to, and when there was nothing left of her, that’s when she’d be disposed of like the trash that she was.
Staring at her, I could hardly make out the hazel color of her eyes anymore. Every vein in her eyes had popped, making her look almost demonic. However, the fight in her made this all that much more satisfying. Breaking someone’s pride was a different kind of high. The weak ones didn’t feel quite as rewarding as the ones like this one.
As she kept struggling, I thought about all the stuff that she’d said upon meeting her, and I couldn’t help but grin. People liked to talk a big game, but they were very rarely as tough as they wanted to believe themselves to be. Oh, occasionally, you came across someone that walked the walk, but that was rare. Fear was the only thing that could genuinely reveal someone’s true character. Just ask anyone that’s ever been snitched on by someone that they had trusted with their life.
Well, she wasn’t so tough now, was she?
She was no longer tough, confident, strong, or even pretty. She was no longer strutting around here, tempting men that weren’t hers to tempt. She was no longer using her feminine wiles to control the narrative. She was nothing but a pathetic mess on the floor, because that’s what she deserved.
Some people might consider me evil for reveling in her suffering, but I wasn’t evil. Besides, those people were part of the problem. They were the type of people that had allowed this type of behavior. Nowadays, everyone had an excuse for their deviant actions, and that’s all that they needed to get away with it. There was no one being held accountable foranything, and that’s where I came in.
Instead of letting this morally corrupt disease spread her beliefs to others, I was fighting the evil at its source. I was ridding the world of the unnecessary, one person at a time. I also knew that I wasn’t the only person that felt this way. However, with no desire to go to prison, I knew that I couldn’t do this as regularly as I’d like. So, I made sure to pick only theverydeserving, and Dina Truman deserved this.
“Please…” she begged. “I’ll do anything…just…just let me go…”
You’d think that she’d be resigned to her fate already, but hope was stronger than fear. Hope was the strongest emotion that humans possessed, and it took a lot to extinguish it completely. For two days, this degenerate had endured the worst that could be done to her, but she was still begging for her life; she was still hopeful that God would intervene. Well, she should have given God more consideration when she had chosen how she was going to live her life.
“Be grateful for the blood, you whore. It makes great lubrication, though you don’t deserve it.”
She started screaming again, setting the tears aside for a while, switching to a new tactic. Unfortunately for her, this entire room was soundproof, so she could scream until her vocal cords broke and it wouldn’t make a difference.
I watched as she clawed at anything that she could get her hands on, but it was useless. All that struggling was absolutely useless. She was already dead, though she refused to believe it. I mean, the writing was on the wall, and it’d all been written in her blood.
Again, hope was stronger than fear, but my fight for the better cause was bigger than both.
Chapter 1
Saint~
While most college students were headed to Cancun, Cabo, Daytona Beach, Padre Island, or Key West for spring break, I was headed to a cabin in some place that I’d never heard of. It was some small retreat that looked like the perfect setting for some deranged killer to lose his fucking mind at. Granted, if he was a deranged killer, then he probably hadalreadylost his mind, but still. Yeah, the pictures of the cabins looked inviting, but the surrounding wooded area was creepy as hell.
Nevertheless, I was going to spend my last spring break there because I was fucking stupid. I was hung up on a girl that hated me, but I wasn’t ready to give up just yet. Even though we were only a couple of months away from graduating from Monarch University, something was preventing me from moving forward until I exhausted all my options.
As I packed my bags, I had to laugh at how even my parents were onboard with this insanity. Graham and Nelle Hendrix were the very epitome of determination and perseverance. Dad was a structural engineer, and the designs in his head were worth millions. Mom was a civil rights attorney, and whether her clients could pay or not, she fought the good fight, no matter how bloody. With no siblings to share the burden of a happy childhood, I had spent most of my young life learning to do whatever it takes to succeed in whatever it was that held my interest, and Verity Mercer was what was holding my attention these days.
When I’d started going to Monarch University, I’d been eager like all the other wide-eyed freshman. I’d been ready to experience everything that was the college life, and I hadn’t disappointed myself in that respect. I’d done it all, from the sleepless nights to the endless partying. I had even made the basketball team, sports something that I had always enjoyed playing. With graduation on the horizon, I had no regrets where college was concerned.
Grabbing another pair of jeans, as I thought about it, I didn’t have many regrets at all. My childhood had been idyllic, and my parents had been great, despite their demanding careers. I could even remember sitting in my mother’s law office as a child, playing in the corner while she saved the world. Both of my parents hadn’t ever had a problem taking me to work with them, and they’d been lucky to be successful enough that they could.
