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Like a black cloak was dropped over his face, the Michael I know is replaced. This Michael, therealMichael, is pure evil.
“You know what’s ironic?”
I wait.
“I’ve fucked your mother, your sister, and you. Out of all of you, though, your cunt was the sweetest. Imagine what it’ll earn me on the market?” He chuckles to himself. “Almost makes fucking Beatrice for the rest of my life worth it knowingCarpenter will have to live with the knowledge that some rich old bastard is raping his pretty whore every night. Maybe I’ll even send him a little video. Really make you scream.” He pauses, gauging my reaction. “You think he’d cry? Watching someone else rape that sweet little pussy? Or do you think he’d get hard?”
I don’t know why. I’ve never been a spitter, but I rear back, spitting directly in his eye.
He deserves it.
He pauses, slips a piece of Mason’s hoodie out of his pocket—the part that has the Carpenter’s Auto logo on it and wipes his face, before tossing it to the floor at my feet.
His eyes flash to the side to Mr. Legs and then, with the palm of his hand, he crushes him, his lifeless body falling to the ground beside me.
“Guess, you really are all alone—”
A bang rings out in the air, so loud, my head spins. My hearing goes and something hot and sick hits my face.
Please tell me that’s not more brain . . .
But, when I open my eyes, it’s to Michael’s corpse on the floor, a hole in the center of his head and his lifeless eyes staring back at me.
I scream, but the sound doesn’t reach my ears as Cortez and his men stride toward us and grip Michael by the ankles, tugging him back out into the hallway.
“Never liked that guy,” Cortez snickers.
And then the lights go out, again.
Only this time, there’s no Mr. Legs to keep me company.
Hannah
“Time to go.”
The heavy metal door creaking open doesnothingfor the pounding ache in my temple. I tried to sleep, but the stench of metallic blood made me sick to my stomach and I couldn’t do it.
“Don’t make me drag you,” the asshole at the door warns, dark eyes flashing venomously.
Dick.
Begrudgingly, I force myself to clamber to my feet. My blood sugar is low because I haven’t had anything to eat or drink since my generous rations from Nurse Rachted ran out God onlyknows how long ago, so my head spins with the weight of my brain.
It’s a shame someone so attractive is working in a business like this. My escort is tall, nearly as big as Mason, and handsome. Like darkness personified, with tattoos and a dangerous scar that spans from his cheek to below the lines of their suit.
Whoever this man is, he’s seen some shit.
The big asshole grabs my arm and drags me through the tacky puddle of blood on the floor and into the hallway beyond my prison cell. Michael’s corpse lays on the floor beside the door. They didn’t even move him. I guess I should be thankful they didn’t just shove him inside with me. I can tell it hasn’t been that long because he doesn’t yet give off a stench, but he will soon.
Somehow, as I pass him, I feel nothing for what used to be my best friend.
Guess he shouldn’t have killed Mr. Legs.
My eyes burn in what looks like the later evening sun streaming through the small slits that are supposed to be windows at the top of the walls. The place is old, definitely abandoned, and not unlike the warehouse where they were murdering men and women and burning them in an incinerator.
“Where are you taking me?”
My escort ignores me as if I don’t exist.
