He huffs at that, and I let the three children lead me to the basement door on the other side of the small, cluttered kitchen. My hand is shaking as I unlock it.
And what I find down there is unspeakable, the worst I’ve seen in years.
And I’ve seen so much, too much probably.
So I vow, in that moment, that Sue will die slowly, in pain the entire time.
And I’ll be glad to do it.
“And they’ll take care of them, right?” I ask Georgiy for the fifth time as he drives us down the road. Sue is in the trunk, tied up and gagged. We haven’t heard a peep from her. I bet that bitch is still knocked out.
I can’t wait until she wakes up.
I want her to know what’s happening to her.
“Yes, umnyashka. Anthony has made sure of it. They’re all being transported to the hospital. They’ll have everything they need there.”
“Thank you.”
“Anything for you.”
“They deserved better.”
“They did. And so did you. We’ll find out more when she wakes up.”
“And then we can slice her apart?”
“Mhm.”
I shimmy in my seat, my hand linked with his. He’s driving us to an undisclosed location that Anthony was able to get hold of last minute. A gift from Sebastian, he’d said. Apparently, that man has safe houses all around the world and doesn’t mind a little mess as long as the victims truly deserve it.
And this one does. What I saw in that basement is something I can’t easily erase from my mind.
I’m glad she’s going to die. I think the kids are, too. They promised not to tell. They promised to pretend they never met us.
And I believe them.
“Are we almost there?” I ask as Georgiy turns the car down another dirt road.
“I think so. It says it’s a mile down.”
I glance around, unable to see anything. The sun has gone down, nothing but the headlights of the car lighting our way.
“It’s cool out here. Creepy.”
“I knew you’d like it.”
I grin, and he squeezes my hand as we bounce along until finally, a small shack appears in the distance.
“This must be it,” Georgiy says, and I nod my head, barely waiting for him to turn the engine off before bounding from the car and toward the trunk.
“I can’t wait to get started.”
Georgiy lets out a small laugh and joins me, leaving the headlights on while he pops the trunk. Sue is barely awake, her eyelids fluttering slightly as we stare down at her. She has terrible bones, I think. I doubt any of her would make nice jewelry.
Drool has pooled at the sides of her mouth, and her temple is crusted in blood.
She’s really disgusting, ugly even.
