Page 55 of Psycho


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Still, I had to try.

The spell was in Latin like all the rest. I wasn’t sure if I could try it now, or if I had to wait for another injection.

Well, it wasn’t like I was going anywhere or had anything else to do. I tried to conjure up the words in my mind—

“How are you back here again?”

Nobody had spoken this whole time. The bastards told us we’d be punished if we talked amongst ourselves, but even with their super hearing, they wouldn’t hear our whispers from the office, where they stood behind the closed door.

I looked over to see Leticia staring at me. Her braids were ratty and her dark skin looked ashy. Her cheeks were hollowed in.

“They got ahold of Poppy’s Facebook and found me on there. Messaged me to come get her. I fell for it.”

I couldn’t tell them I was a witch and was going to rely on my witchy power to get out me out of being captured again—which had obviously failed as well.

“Why didn’t you call the fucking cops?” she asked, narrowing tired eyes at me.

She seemed angry, and when I put myself in her shoes, I didn’t blame her. The real question was—why didn’t I tell Psycho? But of course I could not tell them the real reason.

“They threatened to kill her if I brought anyone else.”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t you watch movies? They always say that, but they always get caught in the end. I’m not a big fan of cops, but they do have plans for this type of shit.”

“Yeah,” Anna chimed in. I took in her greasy hair and defeated look. “You should have called the cops. Or someone. Not gone alone.”

“You girls are right. But I’m not sorry that Poppy is safe, back with her family. I would have done it for any of you.”

They had nothing to say to that. The other three girls, whom I didn’t recognize, just stared at me.

“Surely you have a plan,” Anna added.

“I do, but don’t worry about it. I was staying with some badass men who are actually good people. They know I’m missing and they know who took me. Please keep the faith they’re going to find us. In the meantime, just lay low.”

“I can’t handle what they do to us,” Sarah said, and I’d just noticed she was curled up in the back of her cage, her blonde hair looking oily brown now.

I bit my lip to keep from crying. “I have faith you won’t have to endure that again.” I looked at each of the girls. “None of us.”

Just then, the bastards emerged from the office and we all shrank back to the far end of our cages.

“You fucking whores be quiet while we’re out,” the head bastard said, his creepy eyes lingering on mine for a long while, as if in warning. I kept my face expressionless. I was going to cut off his dick, shove it down his throat, and then watch him burn in the sun… or lop his head off, if it was the last thing I did.

They left the warehouse and I wondered where they were going since it was daytime, but I couldn’t see past the doors. Maybe they went to another building, but one of them stayed behind. I watched him sit in the office and stare at the computer screen. Occasionally he’d pick up the desk phone and talk on it.

I hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning when Cutter made me ham and eggs, and my stomach growled. The one bite of the meatloaf sandwich didn’t count.

“How often are they feeding us?” I asked.

“Once a day still,” Leticia answered. “When the sun goes down.”

“Well, we didn’t get fed today. They carted us here early this morning,” I muttered.

I looked toward the office where the vampire was on the computer. “Hey!” I screamed.

He looked up, then ignored me, going back to whatever he was looking at.

“Hey, asshole! We need food and water. And a fucking toilet!” I yelled.

I really didn’t care if he got mad. I’d already deduced he couldn’t bite us, so if he smacked me around, so be it.

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