The sobs turned into sniveling pleas as a blade shone in the camera light reflection. Then there was a shrieking cry, blood all over the mirror and the console, and a mauled hand separated from the arm.
My jaws opened as widely as possible to let out the scream crushing my ribs, but my voice refused to come out.
The screen went black, and the video ended just like that. I felt like my heart was going to stop. I kept looking around me like a maniac, my jaw hanging low. Suddenly, the screen lit with a second video.
It started with a song.Look what you made me doon repeat from this song they kept playing on the radio for months. I loved it, and I loved the singer, but my mind was so fucked up now I couldn’t remember the names. The video continued like a presentation. Red text on yellow background slides.
This is what happens to people who take things that are mine.
Better lose the company of three.
Or it will be their dicks you love so much that I will chop next time.
Salty tears ran into my mouth. Then anger rumbled through my bones. “You try, you motherfucker. They will rip your stinky dick before you get to blink.”
If you think I can’t hurt them, think again.
Yeah, I know what they are.
What? My heart sank to my knees.
Remember the video that got you fired? Your glistening pussy gushing out for your own student?
Oh, that got me so hard right now.
My stomach turned, acid burning my chest
But that’s beside the point. I have shot another video that you would absolutely love even more.
The next clip was shot in my apartment. My own bedroom. I didn’t need to watch to know what was going to be played. Kayden, Alec and Joshua were there. It was the night the police left and Alec shifted in my bedroom and Joshua bore his fangs at him.
That was all I could take before I went down on my knees, my legs no longer able to carry my weight.
“Isabella,” Joshua called out, and he was suddenly standing before me. “What happened?”
I just shook my head at him, tears sticking to my hair and the corners of my mouth.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and looked at the screen.
“That piece of shit,” he grumbled.
“I told you he was watching. I told you he was watching. I told you he was watching,” I repeated hysterically.
“Hey, hey. It’s all right. We can track this, and we will find him.”
“What if it’s a burner? You can’t track those,” I sobbed.
“We’ll figure something out, my love. Just calm down.”
The video of the boys finished and another slide appeared.
I hate to be the one that lets the wolf out of the bag.
You will always be mine. So come back to Daddy, Belle.
Alone.
Just call the number on this phone, and I’ll tell you where to find me.
