Page 158 of Prettiest Psycho

I did.

Good. They must have deserved so much worse than whatever you did to them.

Daddy Hatchet

I cleaved their bodies up with an axe. Hence the name ‘Hatchet’. I was young, stupid, and so fucking traumatised. But I probably shouldn’t have spent the rest of the night mixing up their body parts like a pick ’n’ mix.

Why did you stay? Why not run?

Daddy Hatchet

Everyone I knew, loved, and hated was in that church. What else was out there for an almost fourteen year old boy?

And you’ve been here ever since?

Daddy Hatchet

Yes. Over twenty years. I’m thirty-six now, in case you were wondering.

A fourteen year age gap between us? How are you so fucking hot for an old guy?

Daddy Hatchet

Careful, bunny. You can’t run fast enough to escape me.

Can I ask you something?

Daddy Hatchet

Anything.

Well damn, now I have lots of questions.

Daddy Hatchet

We have an abundance of time.

I won’t ask why you did it. But did killing them bring you joy? Did it end your pain?

Daddy Hatchet

Joy? No. End my pain? No. It ended my suffering and it brought me peace, and I don’t regret that. What other questions do you have for me, little one?

You really should be careful with your terms of endearment. A stone cold killer could get very swoony very fast when you talk like that to them. Okay, next question, what’s up with Ghost?

Daddy Hatchet

What do you mean?

Ghost. Silas. Donnelly.

Daddy Hatchet

Ah, so you’ve met all three of them then?

Yes. But how the fuck can one person be three people? And how am I supposed to know which is which?

Daddy Hatchet

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