He slowly obeys, and as I push the silencer barrel into his open hole, I hear his teeth chatter against the steel.
“Now, wrap those pretty little lips around it like a good boy and suck,” I say, voice hoarse, yet demanding. “Suck the way you wanted her to.”
He blows out a shaking breath through his nostrils as he does as he’s told. I shift the barrel in and out deliberately, the fear in his eyes reflecting the fear I saw in hers the following day.
“Do you remember how she pleaded for you to stop?” I ask, my breaths shortening.
He squeaks, a realization in his eyes like he knows what I’m about to do.
“Do you remember her tears? The puke she choked on as you four laughed over her… That’s it.Suck my dick, Lance. Make this one come like your pathetic ass wanted to. Just like that… You’re doing sowell.”
He tries to resist when the barrel goes further, and I tut my tongue at his disobedience.
“I didn’t say you could stop,” I tell him. “Keep going.”
“Please,” he whispers, peering at me with blown, tear-filled eyes.
I grab the back of his head and push the gun between his teeth again, this time hitting the back of his throat. He chokes and sputters, but I hold him steady, continuing to fuck his mouth.
“Is that what she said?” I ask. “Did you stop? Did you for once think that maybe the barely conscious girl on the floordidn’t want this?”
Muffled wails leave him. I’m shaking so badly that I don’t know how to stop. I’ve lost control of how far I should go, of when to go—
My own tears are falling as I see her lying on the ground…
“Are you ready for my load, Lance?” I ask him. “Are you going to take it like a good boy?”
He screams around the steel, and in that second, I completely stop feeling.
“Give afuck youto the maker for me.”
The gun goes off, and I barely wince as the back of his head blows on the windows.
For a moment, I sit there. I sit in what I’ve just done, and at the very moment emotion begins to pile on top of this rage, I shove him off of me and begin to thrash. Irrational fear moves through me as I kick the glove box, slam my hands on the console, and elbow the window. I can’t take my mask off here, I can’t let go of all this while I’m sitting in this car. I’m imploding from the inside out, unsure of what the fuck I just did, and terrified of what I’m going to do once I have the other two within reach.
Get out of here.
You have to get home.
You can’t sit here.
I want to scream.
I’m still shaking when I lean over Lance’s dead body and draw a smiley face in the blood on the window, then use his shirt to wipe off my gun.
Two down.
Two to go.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
BONNIE
Ring.Ring. Ring.
Voicemail.
Again.
