Staring at the man who slept and was blissfully unaware of the amateur surgery they were about to attempt, she couldn’t wait to get started.
“Will he be conscious for any of this?”she asked.The original plan had been for him to be begging for mercy the whole time.
“He should be,” Fink said as he spread the man’s right eyelid.“I only gave him enough to sleep during the transport.He should wake any minute now.”
She frowned.
Sydney didn’t want to wait.Besides, the longer they hung around, the more likely security would walk by and discover what they planned.Especially because emptying this guy of all his organs would take time.
“Why are there coolers?”She gestured to the small boxes filled with dry ice.
He grinned.“Part of the contract stipulated that we harvest his kidneys, liver, and eyeballs.”
“Not his lungs?”she queried.Seemed like almost everything was getting yanked, so why not those?
Fink shook his head.“Smoker.They’d be useless on the market.”
Oh!She hadn’t thought of that.“At least his parts aren’t going to waste.Wait!Do you work for the organ black market?”
A look of confusion crossed his painted features.“What?”
She shrugged.“Urban legends say it’s a lucrative business.”Then again, he had taken nothing from Mitchell.So, this assumption really wasn’t adding up.
He rolled his black eyes.“No.”
Fink shifted his focus to Burke and gave him a good slap in the face.
“So, taking his guts is just a happy coincidence?”
“I guess so,” he agreed as he shook the guy.“I don’t set the terms of the contracts.My job is to do what they ask me to do.”
“This seems like an over-the-top request,” she commented as she picked up the scalpel and examined the tiny but extremely sharp blade.
“Not the weirdest I’ve ever gotten,” he said as their victim groaned.
“Finally.”She tossed the tool onto the table before she skipped beside Fink.“I feel like we’ve been waiting for days.”
Fink shook his head with amusement.“You’re one in a million.”
Turning toward him, wearing a grin from ear to ear in pride, she preened.“Thanks.You’re not too bad yourself.”
30
Fink
Therewassomethingaboutthe pained cries of a man condemned to death that got Fink’s dick hard.With each whimper, hollow threat, and hollered obscenity, his manhood pulsed.With his cock threatening to burst from his trousers, he coached Sydney on the best way to scoop out and preserve an eyeball.He’d already physically shown her on the left eye; now it was her turn on the right.
He cautioned her to go slowly.The sole point wasn’t to cause pain.While that was a bonus, they needed to keep the organ suitable for someone else.
Burke wailed in agony as he begged.Such an annoying toddler.He should just accept his fate at this point.
He offered money, power, and prestige.None of which appealed to Fink.Sydney, if possible, seemed even less interested in what Burke had to give in exchange for allowing him to live.
Instead, she squealed and did little dances with each step of the process.
When Fink murdered someone, he was meticulous and mechanical.He had a job to do and wanted to accomplish it quickly and efficiently.Even with something like this, he would set to his task, ignore the victim, and get it done—almost like a robot.He never stopped to appreciate the moment.Not that the joy was lost on him; it was mostly an afterthought.
With Sydney, he got to revel in the glee that was killing.Working with her may have rekindled his love for his job.Experiencing it through her eyes gave him a fresh perspective.
