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What the fuck did he think I was supposed to do? He’s recreating the scene from Hellraiser on the bed back there and he thought I was going to stick around to see the final act. I don’t think so.
“Don’t kill me, please,” I plead.
I don’t know what Greg did to this man, but I don’t want to set him off in the same way.
“You ran,” he repeats again like I missed it the first time.
“Of course, I ran,” I gently argue back as I gaze up at him. “I don’t want to die.”
His light eyes narrow as he watches me. I’m shaking so bad my teeth are chattering.
“I have no choice.”
“You always have a choice,” I sprout the bullshit words an addiction counselor said to me during one of my failed treatments.
“No, I don’t.” His words are so calmly spoken I actually believe he may not have a choice in killing me.
He places his forehead to mine and shuts his eyes, then one of his calloused hands wraps around my throat. The pressure is light at first, almost gentle, but it steadily increases, making it harder to breathe. If someone were to see us, they’d think we were in a lovers embrace the way his forehead is pressed to mine and his lips hover so close to mine.
So, this is how it ends? I wish I could say I’ll be missed, but I doubt it. It would be a relief to my mother. She probably wouldn’t shed a tear at my funeral just like at daddy’s. Raina would somehow find a way to make my death about her. The only person who’d truly care would be Trina.
Despite knowing there is no use in fighting, my reflexes still kick in and I attempt to pull his hands away. But he’s so strong that he doesn’t budge.
I gasp for air. His eyes open, and those beautiful orbs lock in on me. I’m not sure if it’s the lack of oxygen to my brain or if I’m hoping to see something that isn’t there, but it looks as if sorrow and sadness dance in his gaze.
Black spots appear in my vision, and I close my eyes hoping my death will be swift.
chapter Three
Her
Beast
“Look at the way she’s dressed. She’s a whore. A filthy dirty slut. Cleanse her of her sins. Kill the tramp,” My mother’s voice roars in my head.
My hand tightens around the small beauty’s throat. I’ve never felt as disoriented as I did when she walked into the room. Her brown eyes took in everything around her.
It took me a second to scan through all the emotions I’ve memorized over the years. I try to keep track of them, so I’ll be able to recall them if I see them again. Lucien taught me the trick my first year as a Deacon.
Panic. That was what the look on her face showed. Not fear, or disgust. Her delicate features pinched as her mouth fell open. I wasn’t expecting her to plead for help, but what was even more startling was my aggressive need to answer her call.
“Then why the hell are you killing her now?” Right on time, Priest voice steps in.
“Because she’s a whore,” Mother replies.
I stare down into her face; her eyes are closed, and her mouth is open. Death is so near her I can feel him breathing down my neck.
“You don’t want to do this, Kid.” Priest’s inner voice says.
“Kill her.” My mother counters.
I groan and slam my free hand against the wall beside her head. The hand around her neck loosens and then drops down to my side.
She gasps for breath, falling to the floor at my feet. I watch her fight to suck in enough air to survive.
I need more time. I can kill her later.
“Get up,” I tell her. I don’t like seeing her on the ground.
