But no.
“A bullet to the head,” he says lightly. “And yet here I stand. Stronger than ever.”
His boot drives into my stomach again.
“It was not fatal,” he says, visibly amused. “You might consider improving your aim. Then again, what can one expect from a little girl pretending she belongs in this world?”
A low laugh escapes him. “Pathetic.”
He tilts his head, assessing me.
“I will concede this,” he says after a pause. “You did leave your mark. Ever since that bullet struck my skull, the headaches have been unremitting. They do not grant me a moment of peace.”
The next hit drives into me.
“And for what you did—” He stops abruptly.
I smile despite the taste of blood in my mouth.
“You mean removing your pathetic excuse for a dick?”
His foot connects with my head next. My vision lurches as pain detonates along my temple.
Damn.
I touched a nerve.
“Shut your fucking mouth,” he snarls. “I intended to kill you. You will answer for what you did to me. That is the only way you pay.”
He begins to pace, agitated.
“He promised,” he mutters. “He promised I would be the one to kill you. You were mine.” His voice tightens. “And now he suddenly wants you?” He lets out a harsh laugh. “Perhaps he always did. Perhaps he thought if he allowed me to torture you for a while, I would simply hand you over.” His temper snaps. “For what? What does he need you for?”
His eyes are deranged.
The bullet did more than leave him with headaches. It may well have left him cognitively impaired.
“This is absurd,” he roars, hitting me again and again.
I try to piece together how long I have been here, but time no longer makes sense.
I was taken from that hospital, already injured from the accident.
Or rather, from his men who attempted to run me down.
He allowed me a few days of quiet, to regain some strength. Then he began his so called torture sessions and inflicted injuries worse than before.
Which means I spend much of my time here unconscious.
The last thing I remember clearly is the hospital.
Milo.
Damn it, I miss him.
I wonder what he believes happened.
Is he searching for me?
