She leads me to the second floor, into a room that’s bare except for a twin-sized bed against the wall and a chair off to the side. There’s a girl sprawled out on the bed who doesn’t even bother to look at me.
She’s wearing a lacy blue cami with silk panties that are too small for her round bottom.
“The gas and booze and cigarettes?” Madam Levy holds out her hand.
I hand her the bag.
“When will you be done?”
“It won’t take long, but I do require one more thing.”
“It’ll cost you.”
I pull the chair up to the bed. “Sit.”
Her face contorts in confusion. “Excuse me?”
“I require an audience.” My eyes dart over to the girl on the bed. “It’ll be worth your while.”
She huffs but takes a seat. “Get on with it, then.”
I walk over to the bed, and the girl stirs, a frown forming on her flawless face.
Red hair, green eyes, and a cute, upturned nose.
“How old are you?” I ask.
When she doesn’t answer, Madam Levy says, “She’s nineteen.”
“You have a beautiful name, Fiona.”
She draws her legs up and scoots further back on the bed. I can see why Madam Levy chose her. She’s angry and unaccommodating.
Good for her.
“Do you know why you were picked?” I continue in a deadpan tone.
“Because you wanted to fuck someone young?” she returns.
“I didn’t come here to fuck anything,” I confess. “Although I might need relief before leaving.”
Her brow furrows.
“I came here to torture and kill someone.”
A look of panic lights her pretty green eyes, but she makes no move to defend herself.
This girl is so deeply wounded, she’s not going to fight me.
Which will make what I have to do easier.
“Will it hurt?” she finally asks, refusing to look at me.
“My victims’ suffering is immeasurable.”
I walk slowly to the back of the chair that Madam Levy is seated in, thrilled that my patience has paid off.
“Just be quick about it,” the girl says, desperation needling her voice.
