Luna gasps, scowling daggers at me.
‘Too soon?’
She nods, ‘too soon.’
Noted. No talk about Luna’s deadly kinks for a while.
Dampness clings to the air as we make our descent into the tunnel. Our steps are light, but despite our efforts, every so often one of us ends up splashing into an unfortunate puddle.
Most would be annoyed at giving away our location.
But not us.
We’re the predators in this story, not the prey.
There is no need to worry about someone hearing us. In fact, I want them to be scared. To be shitting themselves at the sound of our approach.
Every now and then we become something others forget we are capable of… monsters.
The thing is. We’re often misunderstood. And I don’t blame others for doing so. We play the part of damsels in distress well, after all, it is partly why we have survived so long. You don’t often barrel your way through seven years of violence unscathed.
But one thing is for sure. When we need to, we are not afraid of becoming the evil we hear stories about. The only difference is that we do it in the dark, where no one else can recognise us for what we really are.
I drag the edge of my machete along the tunnel wall, feeling my way through the darkness with the help of the rail line. The others prowl behind me like a pack of lionesses, ready for the kill. The sinister sound of metal scraping against rock echoes with us.
Blood pumps a thrumbling beat around my body, the adrenaline setting my nerves alight. Inhaling deeply, I bask in the feeling of power.
Oh, how I’ve missed this.
One of the girls — Fauna — taps my arm, signalling up ahead where I see one lonely flickering light.
‘They have electricity down here?’
Sure looks that way.
Beneath the vibrant light lies a slumped figure. Boots stretched out in front of him, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
‘So much for a lookout,’ Fauna whispers.
I can't imagine they get many visitors down here, but that’s no excuse. This lazy piece of shit is a cocky idiot, and he's about to suffer the consequences of his actions. Or in his case, inaction.
Elizabeth’s bright blue eyes come into view behind the man, the hunger in them palpable. She crouches low and blows.
He splutters awake. ‘Wha—’ he starts but his words are cut short when he sees me.
His gaze takes me in, bump and all. I see the second his disgusting mind comes to the conclusion that he is the one with the upper hand.
I step forwards and I spot Fauna creeping around his back, out of his line of sight and ready to pounce. I may be raging but I’m not stupid. Not even my rage is worth putting my baby at unnecessary risk. That is why I have my girls to protect me whilst I sort this mess out.
‘Where is he?’
The mans eyes widen and he looks from me to the dark tunnel at my back.
‘I asked you a question,’ gentling my voice. ‘So answer.’
The gentle is maybe more on the fake nice side of questioning but men are fickle. They see a pregnant lady and think: oh look, a defenceless little thing that can't do any wrong.
He mumbles a response but I get the message. He won't give me anything and I can’t be arsed to force it out of him.
