I joined him and gazed out at the dark, moonlit landscape. There was no one for miles. A good thing for disposing bodies.
While it looked peaceful and quite pretty, with its dried foliage, large cacti, and even larger mountains in the distance as our only audience, the silence was deceiving. There was tension in the air—telling us we needed to be on watch, lest a predator sneak up on us.
“Scavengers will take care of him soon enough,” Sebastian added. “Honestly, we probably don’t even need to bury him.”
Together, with Sebastian taking his arms and me taking his legs, we dragged Glenn out of the van. He fell onto the ground, causing dust to blow up into our faces. I coughed and stepped back. Once the dust settled, I continued to help Sebastian drag the body a short distance away from the van. Setting him down, I rubbed my sore shoulders.
“So, we just toss him out here? What if someone finds him before the animals…” A twinge of guilt twisted in my belly as I looked down at the man. Just four hours ago, maybe five, he was alive and well. He’d had his whole life ahead of him—and we’d fed him bleach.
He’d also tried to rape me.
Sometimes dead is better.
“We could speed up the process, but it’s not gonna be pretty.”
I gulped as a pit began to form in my stomach. “How so?”
Sebastian pulled out his switchblade, popping it open. “We need to give the coyotes something to sniff for.” He pulled off his leather jacket then his shirt, handing me both. He stripped down to his boxers, tossing the rest of his clothes to the side, then he dropped to his knees, knife raised.
“Don’t look.”
I turned away quickly, my stomach rolling, but looked over my shoulder, curious.
“Stay turned that way if you don’t want to see this,” he warned. “You’re gonna fuck around and find out.”
Steeling myself, I faced forward again and stepped farther away, snapping my eyes closed. A moment later, I heard the grunt of Sebastian swinging down and the squish of the knife plunging into something wet. A whimper escaped my throat, and I quickly covered my mouth as I continued to hear the sounds of Glenn being…
Curiosity got the best of me, and I turned my head slowly, popping an eye open. It took a moment for my eyes to zero in on the details of the scene, but the moment I saw eyeballs, I spun back around. The movement was too quick, and my body revolted. Dizziness filled my vision, and I dropped to the ground, catching myself on my palms.
“Evie, you okay? Did you look?” Sebastian called, an accusatory tone in his voice.
“I looked,” I admitted, keeping my eyes closed to stop the spinning.
“I warned you.” He clicked his tongue as he continued working on Glenn. While I couldn’t see it, I could hear every little squish of blood releasing, every bone being cracked by force, and every… I wasn’t quite sure what, but it was making the sound of Velcro ripping.
“You fucked around, and then what?”
“I found out,” I replied miserably as I gagged, trying not to vomit and leave more evidence behind. Taking deep breaths, I steadied myself and stood, making sure to keep my back facing Sebastian and Glenn.
“Is there any water in the van?” Sebastian asked.
I didn’t want to turn but forced myself to, keeping my eyes shut as I drifted over to the van to search. I found a half-finished bottle in the back, and bracing myself for the gruesome scene, I brought it to him. My hand trembled as I handed him the bottle. I stared down at the body as Sebastian stood and slowly poured the water over his hands, chest, and thighs, rinsing off the blood.
Glenn was really gone.He no longer had eyeballs, and his face was crushed to an unrecognizable level.
I could kind of pretend before when he just looked unconscious. But there was no coming back from having your brains peeking out through your eye sockets.
“Have you done this before?” I asked, unable to pull my eyes away.
“No, it was awful. Truly, truly awful. Ready?” Sebastian asked, the crinkling from the empty bottle pulling me from the gruesome sight.
I nodded. “Yeah, let’s go. Oh, wait.” I grabbed Glenn’s phone from the passenger’s seat. “Should we leave this here so it doesn’t track us back? I don’t want it at my house.”
Sebastian thought for a moment, wiping sweat off his brow and looked toward the sky.
“How did he get to your place? I didn’t see another car.”
“It should still be at the studio lot. He rode with me from there.”
