This was a learning experience for her, so he had to take his time and allow her to have fun.While she made a few mistakes, and a couple of their incisions hadn’t been as clean as he would like, they were functional.
“Would you mind shutting your face hole?”Sydney chastised Burke.“I’m trying to concentrate, and your blubbering is distracting.”
While Burke had ceased speaking words, he hadn’t stopped screaming.This guy could endure a lot of pain.His threshold was impressive.Most of his other victims would’ve passed out by now.With two fewer eyes and his skin pulled open, his vocal cords remained strong.
That could be changed.
“Is he bothering you?”Fink asked.
She cocked her head to the side as she fetched the large saw to cut into Burke’s sternum.“I mean, I’ll probably have a headache later, but I like hearing him beg.It’s like setting the mood.”
Fink took the tool from her.“I have the best cure for headaches.”He winked.
Flirting while murdering should be wrong.However, when Sydney hopped from one foot to the other and twirled, squealing in excitement, it made Fink never want to be right.This was a hell of a lot more fun with a partner.
Not just anyone, though.This was his murder buddy.Sydney made this experience infinitely better.
“I was going to suggest we slice his windpipe before his diaphragm, but if you’re okay with the yelling…”
“No!”She shook her head.“Let’s do it the proper way.I don’t want to mess anything up.”
Thankfully, cutting through bone was too much for their good friend Burke.After a few more high-pitched wailings, the man passed out, plunging Sydney and Fink into blissful silence.How peaceful.The lack of sound helped her concentrate on murdering him effectively.Once they got his chest spread open, he wouldn’t be able to breathe because his diaphragm was next.
“Wow.”Sydney’s eyes glittered at the sight of the man’s innards.Reaching out, her index finger hovered near his beating heart.
“Amazing, isn’t it?”Fink asked as he stepped away and admired the view as well.
“It’s beautiful.”
“We could keep it,” he suggested.
“Really?”She turned toward him with her face lit up like a Christmas tree.He’d do whatever it took to keep that expression decorating her features.It was downright magical.
Fink considered the logistics.“Heart disease.It’s too damaged to give to someone else.”
She nodded as she shifted her attention to the soon-to-be dead man.
“My heart’s pretty busted too,” Fink said.
All black and definitely corroded.Not that he had medical issues or anything.
“I figured, since I’m still using mine, you can have this one,” he said.
She whirled with wide eyes and her mouth agape.This wasn’t a look of horror or fear or anything.Her eyes glittered and her lips were upturned ever so slightly—it was safe to assume she was happy.
“You’re the most romantic person on the planet,” she murmured.
His cheeks heated, and he ducked his chin.A blush?Since when did Fink blush?
Damn.He couldn’t deny it anymore.Fink had it bad.
He would’ve run his hand through his hair, but it was caked in temporary hair dye, and his glove was soaked in another man’s blood.Another time, he could play the bashful dude doing an over-the-top sweet gesture for his woman.
He kicked at an imaginary rock.
To his surprise, Sydney flung herself toward him.Stumbling, he barely caught her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and peppered him with kisses.He returned her affections hungrily, turning what was a sweet moment into something much more carnal.
Once he had her feet planted back on the floor and one hand on her hip, he guided her backward toward the table of tools, careful not to slip in the spilled bodily fluids.As he passed the dying man, Fink ran his gloved hand along Burke’s face, ensuring he got a fresh batch of blood soaked into his glove.
