I feel like I’ve been paused. Everything about me is just blank.
“Oh, and these…” He reaches into his pocket, pulling out some moreitemsI have a feeling are going to disgust me further, tossing them onto the floor by the head, “belong to Soto and Reyes.”
Against my better judgment, I glance down. Two fingers, and an eyeball.
Lindo.
“Dios mio, I’m gonna be sick,” I gag, stumbling away. “Why would you bring them here?!”
“Gifts, pajarito,” he says pleasantly, smirking like the true psychopath he is. “Para ti.”
“And why would Iwantthese?” I frown, trying real hard not to look at them.
“Because I need you to understand that I’m not just bullshitting here, Angelito. Iwillkill anyone who touches you, and in case you thought I was exaggerating, here are the pieces of their rotting flesh to prove it.”
I’m staring at him, just gawking at the raving madman I’ve been sleeping with.
Somehow I manage to mumble, “I didn’t think you were exaggerating…”
“Now, this rule went into effect the moment you set foot on this island,” he goes on, ignoring me. “Only because I don’t have time to track down every puta who’s ever put his dick near you… At least, not rightnow. But understand that I have my sights on Cam Linetti to complete this body part collage. Which piece of him do you want to show how serious I am? Nose? Tongue? Maybe his little pickledpolla??”
Da fuq??!
A squeak flees my lips. But that’s about it. I wouldn’t know how to respond to that if I had years to prepare a statement.
Stepping over the head, he strides up to me, gaze sharp. “Entiendes, pajarito? I need you to fully comprehend the magnitude of this… Howmineyou are.”
My brain is congested. I’m running through faces, people I hooked up with here, asAri. Nestor was a bad idea, sure. But he was invaluable in getting me into the prison.
Lo siento, dude…
Soto and Reyes, I barely remember by name. I’m guessing they were the guards who spit-roasted me in the library when I was still pretty new.
Yea, that was fun. Sorry not sorry.
But now he’s telling me he’s out for Linetti’s blood next, and I feel bad.
Jesus…
Oh fuck, does he know about Dash?!
No. He couldn’t.
No one knows about that.
ThankGodDash isn’t here. Hopefully, he stays far away.
It’s insanely frustrating how hypocritical he’s being about this. I mean, does he expect me to run around decapitating the people he’s slept with? Honestly, I just don’t care enough. The way I see it, we need to actually admit what the fuck we are before I start behaving like a jealous maniac.
That said, I do have this yucky feeling in my stomach when I think about him being with anyone elsenow. I suppose he feels like that, only a million times stronger.
Still, that’s no excuse to slut-shame me by slaughtering people I slept with, making me feel like my holes are cursed.
More than anything, though, I thoroughly despise how some twisted part of me is charmed by it. Making goddamn excuses for his horrendous behavior.
All likeEd Gein was just misunderstood! Really, his mother was the problem.
Thatbitches sending pictures of their titties to Richard Ramirez in prisontype shit.
