It's up to Synn, Ghost, and 3 now.
Please bring my Fiasca back, guys.
Patient 3
I follow Ghost and Synn down the long, winding flight of stairs. The further we go, the more the stench of mold and piss hits my nose. This set of stairs goes on forever. How far down is this basement?
Ghost turns to put his finger to his lips to remind me to stay quiet. I will; I won’t risk Em’s safety.
We finally get to the bottom. The blood drains from my face as I take in the hooks on the ceiling, the drain, and the torture weapons strewn about.
Murmured voices freeze me in place. My vision narrows to seeing my girl, shackled to the floor. My Em is being berated by that son-of-a-bitch, the most recent Demon.
Synn darts forward, but Ghost snags the back of his shirt, reeling him back in. With a firm shake of his head, we all lean in to listen.
“I just wanted to say goodnight to you, wife. Aren't you excited for our wedding tomorrow?” Demon asks.
“No. I'm fucking not. But it’s not like I have a choice.”
My eyes widen. My Em... she's in real trouble.
“Do not test me, Little Bird. I can still beat your ass without marking that pretty face,” Demon says.
Oh... holy shit. Not fucking happening.
I turn to Ghost, frantically pantomiming pulling a mask over my head. I mouth the word “Demon” to him and Synn.
Synn's eyes turn almost black with rage.
I toss up my hands to ask why the hell we are just standing here.
“Wait for the others,” Ghost mouths.
Before he can finish that sentence, a loud smack fills the air. Em yells out in pain.
“Get off me! No, Maxim. Wait until I’m your wife, please. Don't rape me again!”
The three of us move at once.
Ghost surges forward in such a blur, I almost don’t see him. Ghost leaps through the air, coming down on the back of Demon, putting him in a chokehold.
Insanity erupts. Em screams, footsteps come careening down the stairs, and Synn goes straight for Em.
Ghost
I’m going to kill this motherfucker. I’m punching Demon so hard, he falls to the floor. I follow him to the floor, straddling his chest. Grabbing his head, I start bashing it into the floor.
He surprises me by rearing up, throwing me sideways. I scramble to keep a hold on him, but he gains the upper hand. Now he’s on top of me, viciously destroying my face. I spit blood at him.
“Fuck you. You are going to die—slowly and painfully!” I scream in his face.
“Ghost, no,” Malishka yells at me, and I turn my head slightly to see her.
Synn has Malishka held in his arms, and she’s struggling to get away for some reason.
Before I can piece together a thought, the asshole, Demon, starts in on my abdomen. That’s a huge mistake.
I laugh, rolling Demon to his back. Standing, I place my foot on his neck and use all my body weight to pin him.
