The man laughs. “Baby? Wow you're an idiot. She's the devil and needs to be handled before her demons escape,” he mutters, and I look over at him.
His reddish hair is sweaty and tussled. His green eyes are hazy, and he has a crazy expression on his face.
He starts to cackle, and Shina groans. She tries to sit up, and I help her.
“Slowly. It's okay. I've got you,” I reassure her, and she looks around.
“Patrick,” she gasps when her eyes land on the man a few feet from her.
He smirks and licks his lips. “Bout time your whore ass woke up.”
“Wait, this is your ex?” I ask, then grunt. My head throbs, and I'm seeing double.
I should go get help, but now that I know who this asshole is I don't want police involved. It's time he hit on someone his own size.
“Oh, you done fucked up,” I mutter, helping Shina to her feet and walking her over to a chair.
I look at my options and laugh. The fucking black room. This is where shit goes down. The darkest fantasies happen here.
There is even a drain in the middle of the concrete floor, to wash fluids away, or in this case blood.
It's a serial killer's playroom. Full of whips and chains and pointy tools.
It's for people who crave pain with pleasure. And it's going to be the last place Patrick sees before I kill him.
Shina
Rock grabs some restraints off the wall and chains Patrick to the hooks on the ceiling.
“What are you doing?” I breathe, fighting through my internal panic and the weakness of my body.
I still don't really know what happened. I entered the room, and the lights were off. They should be automatic, so I remember closing the door and moving toward the center of the room.
After that everything is a complete blank. I touch my temple and wince. Shit, that hurts. My eyes sting and water from the pain.
“It's okay, baby girl. I'm just taking out the trash. After tonight he will never bother you again.”
Patrick looks my way and I can see his mask as he tries to fake a smile. “Sweetheart, you're not going to let him hurt me, right?”
It reminds me of the sweet boy I thought I knew many years ago. But it's all a trick. A lie.
“Why are you here, Patrick? Why did you hit me?”
“You know I never want to hurt you, sweetheart. I just have to punish you. You know that right? I would never hurt anyone.”
I roll my eyes and wince as I become nauseous from the dizziness.
“That may have worked before. But I've learned better, Patrick,” I mumble and look at Rock.
He's waiting for me to agree, but before I can tell him not to do it, his life isn't worth a future in jail, Patrick opens his mouth.
“Stupid fucking bitch. I should have killed you and not that twit sister of yours. Fucking whore. It's her fault she was outside your place. I thought it was you!” he roars, his green eyes wild and crazy.
I gasp then cover my mouth with my shaky hand.
Rock steps closer and punches him in the ribs so hard, I can hear them crack. Patrick yelps, then whimpers.
“What do you meanyoukilled Lexi?” I stutter, and he cackles between wheezing breaths.
