I kneel down beside Indie, my hand resting gently on her nape as the other fists against my mouth. She ushers Indie closer, whispering something that only she can hear, and when my girl looks down at her, the tears stream down her cheeks.
The last words that Louisa manages to force out to her sister have Indie tensing under my hold. “I’m proud of you, Indigo.”
She shakes her sister’s body violently. “Louisa? LOUISA!”
The pain in her voice causes my body to shudder, and when her sister’s eyes stare blindly up at the ceiling, I know she’s gone.
Her tear-soaked face whips to me, and I know what she’s going to ask, so I speak before she can fill herself with the dangers of hope. “She’s gone, darling.”
39
Saint
monsters - shinedown
It’sbeenhours,andI can still hear Indie’s screams in my ears.
I don’t think I’ll ever unhear that, just like I can’t unsee what he fucking did to her.
Every bit of her pain comes from the same fucking rat.
Chains rattling has the flame to my fuse snuffed as the man before me shifts in his new throne.
Wind whips wildly through the Pit’s basement as the air finds its way down to the depths of the cells.
I lean against the bars of his open cell door, silently and patiently waiting for him to come to.
I’ve only just managed to get Indie to sleep, although the exhaustion and heartbreak likely won against her defiance to stay awake.
I’ve got Regina and Jenna in my bed with her, left the three of them curled up together whilst I come down and give this piece of shit a warm welcome.
Indie insisted on being here, but her emotions are too high; they’re practically all over the fucking place. I don’t want her to make any rash decisions.
I want her to let them simmer, get a clear head on exactly how she’s going to take this fuck’s life. She’s got one chance, no space for regrets. I want her to make it fucking glorious.
My back straightens as Conrad’s head rolls backwards, his unswollen eye blinking open into the faint light of the ceiling.
He can’t see me, I’m standing where the light doesn’t touch, but he knows I’m here.
The evil rolling off my presence could be felt across the entire globe.
The chains yank against the wooden podium his outstretched arms are connected to, panic soaring in his eyes as he darts his frantic gaze off every inch of the cell.
I’ve been watching him since the moment he got thrown in the chair, wanting to make sure whatever shit he had in his system cleared before I had my way with him.
Unfortunately, it won’t be the kind of alone time I’m really after. Rex needs his turn after me. Jenna too, if she’s up for it.
His bloody nostrils flare, charry gaze following the smoke coming from my cigarette, and every one of his muscles tenses.
I emerge from the shadows, my boots thundering as I make my way closer. “Welcome to hell, Conrad. You’re about to feel the wrath of a man who’s waited a long six years to get his hands on you.” I flick the still lit cigarette at him.
He morphs into a wild animal, using up his strength as his arms yank wildly, bucking in the seat, yet not getting far. I’ve got him stripped down into his briefs, his ankles chained to the metal chair that’s bolted to the floor. He can’t lift his ass with the belt I’ve had him locked into.
He can’t even expand his chest enough to take a panicked breath.
I step in closer, his hysterical breaths filling the room as his jaw wires together with pressure, staring up at me as I approach the wooden podium before him.
My evil knows no bounds for her, nor does the creativity. “Enjoying your stay so far?”
