Barry wanted me to marry Conrad? To get me into a position of power like my sister, using us to infiltrate the government?
Are these people that fucking insane?
Conrad’s laugh is manic. He tugs on his chains as his head throws back, and the sound of it screeches through my ears.
When his head rolls forward, the smile instantly drops as his glare casts behind me, and a familiar voice ghosts along the nape of my neck. “Go on, Indie darling. Show him the real monster that lurks inside you.”
I turn to see Saint leaning on the cell, letting the cigarette smoke slowly blow out his mouth, hands gripping the bars at either side above his head.
The menacing look on his face has it like we’re being contained from the true animal.
“Did you ever get your letter?”
My head snaps back to Conrad.
“Some nice words in it. Brought a tear to my eye. I would have read it out to you if you hadn’t taken so long to get home.” The corner of my lips flicker upwards.
“Give me a hand, would you, Saint?” I purr, and Saint’s boots thunder off the ground, making Conrad falter as he presses back into the seat, not getting much movement as the straps and chains keep him in place.
“Get them off.”
Conrad’s eyes widen. “W-What?”
My hands wrap around both of the knives in his knees, slowly pulling them out as the torn-up flesh leaks red along his bony knees. The more he struggles, the louder his scream makes my pulse race.
Once they’re out, Saint stubs his cigarette out on Conrad’s wrist with a look of boredom, gripping the corners of his blood-covered briefs without hesitation, cutting them off with his knife.
“I promised your dad I’d tell you about his last moments,” I say, tugging the knife I have strapped to my back. It’s sharper than the rest, something I found in Saint’s belongings.
I’ve kept it until last, just in case my own didn’t get the message across.
“He beggedandcried,” I add, twisting the tale to get a reaction out of Conrad.
I run my finger along the blade. “Your brother? Well, his smart mouth didn’t really get him anywhere in the end. I’m sure Gina’s done a lot of people a favour, shutting that idiot up for good.”
It works.
He thrashes in the chair, teeth bared and hair sticking to his sweat-coated skin as he tries to get out of a situation where every odd is piled up against him. “He actually used the same comeback you two only seem to have when it comes to Gina and I. Sadly, it doesn’t have the impact you think it does.”
My eyes drop to Conrad’s groin, then up to Saint. He gives me a look but obliges anyway. “You know why?”
Saint grabs Conrad’s dick, his other hand yanking a fistful of hair, pulling him back so he has no choice but to look at me when I speak. “We were always going to end your reign. I’d never belong to you, Conrad. The only man who’s able to truly capture me is standing right beside you.” The laugh I release has a smirk tilting Saint’s lips. “And he’s holding something you won’t need where you’re going.”
The knife slices through flesh, blood spilling and pooling on the floor between his legs as he screams upwards to the heavens. It leaks all over my hands, finally revealing the invisible liquid that’s always coated them.
It’s fucking glorious, but the darkness within me is slipping, fading to grey.
Saint tosses the bundle of skin to the side, the noise a sickening slap as he marches over to the back wall to grab what he needs from the shelf. When he reaches a pale Conrad, he zapsa taser into his skin. “You’re staying wide awake for this part,” he growls.
Conrad’s body goes rigid, his chest caving and the vein in his neck protruding.
It’s now or never, Indie.
I ram the blade in his chest, watching how his eyes bulge and stare through me as I force it in with all my strength. The pupils rattle back at mine, and I twist it in harder, gritting through my teeth, “Run in hell, Conrad. I’ll be coming for you there too.”
Then, I pull it out and do it again. Blood coats my trembling hands, my arms, my face.
I watch life finally leave the man who tried to take mine from me.
