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“What is it?” I ask.
“Did you know the woman who runs the unofficial fan club?”
“That copycat, Lizzie Bath? Not really. Why?”
When the two men exchange glances, I rush to their side and stare into the screen, immediately recognizing the banner. “This is the website that sold a day’s access to your execution video for ninety-nine dollars.”
I continue down the home page to the latest updates and find a picture of Lizzie Bath, her cheeks covered with mascara tears.
“What’s she doing there?” I ask, my stomach churning.
Jynxson slips the phone into his pocket. “It’s pretty gruesome.”
“I can handle it,” I say, trying not to let my voice tremble.
Xero wraps an arm around my shoulders. “Voices carry down here. We’ll go somewhere quieter.”
My heart thuds so intensely that its vibrations make my skin throb. Xero continues through the catacombs with Jynxson on my other side, our footsteps echoing across the walls of bones.
It’s funny how my mind works. The sight of all those disassembled skeletons in the slideshows Kayla made for the club made me shudder, but I’m surrounded by thousands of piled-upbones, and all I can think of is Lizzie’s fate. If she’s on that website, then she either participated in violent porn or worse.
“What happened to her?” I whisper.
“Is it okay to talk about it?” Jynxson asks Xero.
“Tell her.”
He blows out a breath. “I don’t know if you’ve seen one of their videos, but it’s a whole production. They have a prologue with context about the victims before the main event. It was her entire social media profile, with videos she made about the execution and the one she shot at the funeral.”
“So, she’s dead?” I ask.
“Looks like it,” Jynxson replies with a grimace.
“How?”
“Electric chair.”
“When did that happen?” I ask.
He runs a hand through his dark hair and grimaces. “Any time from forty-eight hours ago. You should see the set. It reminds me so much of the penitentiary.”
One of the rapists in the crawlspace said they’d come to my house to stage my execution. My knees buckle, but Xero’s strong arm around my shoulder keeps me standing.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Do you think they took her when they couldn’t find me?” I whisper.
“It’s possible,” Xero replies. He turns to Jynxson. “Any activity in the studio last night?”
“The twins say there was none.”
We continue to a large room with arched ceilings that stretch at least twelve feet high. Cylindrical lights hang from metal rods, illuminating concrete walls and floors. My gaze drops to a thick mat the size of my green room.
“What’s this place?” I ask.
“You’re going to study how those men took Lizzie and work out a way to escape them,” Xero says.
My heart flips, only to land in my plummeting stomach. “Now?”
