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“I’m not, Sienna. I didn’t bring you here to kill you, either.”
“Seriously?” I swallowed hard and shook my head. “You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth.”
“So… what? You were just going to let me go? So I could go to the cops and report you?” I said, eyes narrowing. What a load of shit. He couldn’t possibly expect me to believe that.
“I was going to let you go once I thought you’d been punished enough,” he said coldly, eyes laser-focused on me. “I figured I wouldn’t get caught, because even if you tried to report me, no one would ever believe a single word out of your mouth, given your previous false accusations against me.”
I stared back at him, trying to gauge exactly what the intense look on his face meant. He had to be lying again. Lulling me into a false sense of security before he brought the knife down on my neck, just like I thought earlier.
My shoulders sagged, and I leaned back against the metal railings of the bedhead, rubbing my temples with one hand. “Just make it quick,” I murmured. “I know you want me to suffer, but I think I’ve already suffered enough. So please… have some mercy. Do it quickly.”
Paxton kept staring at me with that same indecipherable expression flickering in his eyes.
“There’s just one thing I want to know first,” I added. “Before you kill me, tell me why you did it. Tell me why you killed all those people. Why you tried to kill me too.”
Paxton set his jaw. “I didn’t,” he replied in a low voice. “I had nothing to do with it.”
I sighed. “Look, I know I’m going to die here, okay? You’re bigger, stronger, faster, and you know your way around this area. I can’t outrun you, I can’t hide, and I can’t fight you. So just tell me. It’s not like I’ll be able to tell anyone else once I’m dead and buried.”
He went silent for another moment. Then he sat on the side of the mattress and looked over at me. “I want to know why you’ve always been so sure it was me.”
I glowered at him. “You know why. I told the police back then. I’m sure they told you too, or at least your lawyer.”
“Yeah, of course they did. But I want to hear it from your mouth.”
“So you can argue and rebut every little point? As if everyone hasn’t already spent the last three years doing that to me?”
His lips thinned. “Yup. Let’s do it.”
I sat up straight, suddenly incensed. “You’re really going to make me do this?”
“I’m not going to make you do anything. I just really want this,” he replied. “Tell me—have I hurt you?”
“Huh?”
“While you’ve been here. Have I hurt you?”
“Well… no,” I admitted. Unless you counted the pain and pleasure that spiraled together when his massive cock rammed into me last night on the forest floor. “But you still drugged me and chained me to a bed. And you’ve spent the last several months systematically ruining my life.”
“But I haven’t hurt you. Not physically.” He moved a little closer. “And I wouldn’t. I promise. Now, please, just tell me exactly what you remember from that night. I need to hear it from you.”
“Fine.” I took a deep breath and looked him right in the eye. “I woke up that night, and you were gone. I heard weird noises from the next room. Like someone was in pain. At first I thought maybe it was sex noises. I thought you went to fuck one of the other girls in the house.”
Paxton shook his head. “I would never have done th—”
I waved a hand and cut him off. “Doesn’t matter. I started to get scared when I heard another noise. A scream. I knew something was going on. Then you appeared in the room. You were absolutely drenched in blood, and you had a knife in your hand.”
“I know how it looked. Really, Sienna, I do. I’ve thought about it every day for years. But it wasn’t what it looked like, I swear.”
“Let me finish.”
“Sure.” He raised his palms. “Sorry.”
“You whispered something to me after that. Run, or I’ll kill you too.”
Paxton lifted a hand again. “Can I respond to that?”
