“She’s tall. Short-short hair. Blue, cold eyes. I couldn’t say no. I couldn’t say no, I couldn’t say no to her.” He earned half a million for the poison, not counting his previous jobs. Now he pretends to be all regretful. What’s the enjoyment in all this? I still don’t get it.
The hammer hits the next finger. The crunching sound echoes and his shriek is almost too much. Linda grabs a big-ass metal saw from a shelf hidden behind one of the hula-girl sheets and moves back to the guy. Things are getting serious now.
Gabriel pulls Lori’s head to the side to kiss his neck. “I’m going to get busy with the fucker, do you want to join?”
“No, this is your show. Torture the pissing fucker, I’ll find something to entertain me.” Lori nips at his chin.
“I bet you will, Little Wasp.” Bezaliel slaps his ass before going into the FUNS room 3. As the door closes, a pungent whiff of chlorine hits me.
“What’s with the unbearable chemical smell?” How can they even stand being in the room with such a sharp, acrid stench?
Raphael appears next to me—I heard the elevator opening a few seconds ago, but he’s incredibly light on his feet. “Rague,” he only says.
Lori clarifies for me. “KKJ had to bathe the whole room in bleach after the red Hulk came out and dug a tunnel through the donor’s stomach, chest, and groin. It’s on the wall of records.” He points at it.
I thought Raguel wasgetting better.I’m curious to see what he looks like during a red haze episode, now.
A gurgle noise comes from the FUNS room, but before I can look at what is happening Raphael asks me, “Why do you kill?”
“I’m good at it,” I simply say.
“And?” Lori presses me to go on.
“And nothing,” I reply, looking at Uriel piercing the guy’s belly button with a sharp metal rod. His shriek is too high-pitched for my ears.
“Hogwash.” Lori tsks twice. “I kill because I like to impart somesenseinto devious dirtbags before they meet their maker.”
“The hole inside me gets hollower with no blood filling it.” Raphael gives me a soulless look. He looks hungry for it. The poisoner is even more fucked.
“What is this, a sharing group thing?” I scoff.
“At times,” Raph replies.
I quickly weigh the pros and cons and then decide to join.
“Once I set my sights on a target, I never stop until it’s dead. Their fake regrets and pitiful pleas are nonsense. One arrow and they are done.” I turn my dead serious eyes on them.
Raphael smirks at me—callous psychopath to psychopath.
“Ruthless. That’s what I’m talking about!” Lori’s whistle gets mixed with the donor’s cry for help.
“I’m leaving,” I say. I’ve had enough of this.
“Where are you going?” Lori asks.
“Nowhere.” I move toward the elevator. The doors open, and I get in as I hear another scream. So fucking noisy.
Lori follows. “What a coincidence, I’m going there too!”
“No, you are not,” I reply. But he keeps walking behind me as I cross the kitchen and then exit the building.
“Pretty sure I am.”
Fuck! “Do you falsely think that I won’t hurt you if you keep following me?” Why is nobody in this fucking family afraid of me? Do I need to rectify that?
“No. I’m confident you’ll try. And that’s the entertainment I’m looking forward to.” He smiles sinisterly.
“You are delusional if you think I won’t kill you on my first attempt.”
