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“I—I don’t know.” He sucked in a breath, and I knew this was where our fun was going to begin. A sadistic smile played across my face.
“Wrong answer, Tyler.” I pulled back the knife and stabbed it straight through the back of his hand. His scream vibrated off the walls of the warehouse and flooded my senses.
The unhinged and vicious side of me came crawling out to play, feeding off his screams like a meal. Women can easily be just as fucked up as men in the end. We are all in support of equal opportunity aren’t we?
“I am going to ask you one more time. Where. Is. Roman?” I spat my words with venom.
“None of us k—know. He doesn’t come to the lab b—building.” Tears were starting to run down his face, and he was struggling to compose himself. He turned his head to look away from his bleeding hand—the knife sticking out of it.
“Not good enough.” I clicked my tongue, ripping the blade out of his hand and immediately plunging it into the other. Another loud shriek broke from his throat, and his breathing started to labor. I could see him getting dizzy from the pain. Good. He had a lower pain tolerance than the last few employees we dealt with. I was going to have to make this quick before he passed out on me.
“P—please, s—stop. I don’t know anything. I’m just a lab technician.” He pleaded.
I hummed and took a step back, leaving the knife in his hand and crossing my arms over my chest.
“I’m sure you are well aware of what we’ve done to the other lab technicians that we have kidnapped. So tell me what we need to know, and we will stop picking you off like flies.”
“None of us have any direct contact with Mr. Atwater… He communicates with us through one of his lab directors.” His voice was shaking.
“We aren’t going to get anywhere with this guy. He’s just as useless as the rest of them.” Alexis sighed over the earpiece. She was right. If what he said was true, then he and every other lab technician were a complete waste of our time.
“What was that about a lab director having contact with Roman? That might be information worth having.” Madison chimed in.
I hung my head and ran a hand through my hair. Interrogating—torturing—these lab techs for information was tiring, and we weren’t getting anywhere with it. But at least now we knew why; because none of them even interacted with Roman. No one had the information we needed because he was using someone else to handle his work in his absence.
“How about a name for this lab director?” I sighed, already growing tired of this.
“I—I can’t remember it.” He stuttered, trying to recall the name he so desperately needed to know. “S—something with an ‘M’.”
I leaned forward, pushing my palms into his forearms for support as I brought my face to his. “That doesn’t help me, Tyler. A lot of names start with the letter ‘M.’”
With another quick and fluid motion, I tore the knife from his hand and jammed it into his thigh, stopping when I could feel it hit the bone.
“Fucking bitch!” He cried out and cursed. I chuckled under my breath; he did have a little bite to him, but not much.
“Name.” I deadpanned, twisting the knife before ripping it out of his leg and standing to my full height over him. I wasn’t tall by any means at five-six, but I could still make him feel small.
“Michael Aug—August. Michael August. Please, let me go. I won’t talk, I swear.” He continued to beg. The pain was getting to him; I could hear it in his cracking voice; it was breaking him down entirely. He was still sobbing, and soon, he wouldn’t be able even to speak coherently.
“Oh, I know you won’t. Thank you for the information, Tyler.” I cooed, and with a single quick and fluid movement, I slit his throat.
His blood flowed freely from his neck and pooled quickly underneath him. His entire body was covered in his blood, clothes soaked through. Another employee and there is still no direct location on Roman. But at least we were able to get a name for someone who would be working closer with him: Michael August.
Hopefully, this will prove not to be a complete dead end and a waste of time for us. I dragged the flat part of my knife along Tyler’s pants—whatever patch didn’t have blood on it—to clean it off as much as possible, then returned it to its sheath, inspecting Tyler's now limp and lifeless body. It was such a shame that it had to be him; he looked no older than twenty-five.
A loud bang from behind startled me from my thoughts, and I turned to look over my shoulder. The door to the warehouse had been kicked open.
“Chy, we’ve got company,” Alexis yelled over the earpiece. “Get the fuck out of there, now!”
Two dark figures appeared in the doorway.
Shit.
I bolted.
Like a startled rabbit, I took off for the warehouse's back door, letting the shadows consume me and assist in my escape. I could have stayed and fought, but the complications that would arise if I lost and was caught were not worth it. I needed to get out of here before they figured out who I was—they already knew what we were doing; the evidence in front of them was damning.
Without wasting any time to look over my shoulder and see whoever it was that had busted into the warehouse, I pulled the handle to the door at the back corner of the room—praying it was unlocked, and hell yes, it was—and I took off, out into the rain.
