“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice shaky now that he has no protection.
My lips pull up into a smile, wide and excited.
“Oh, we are gonna have a little chat.”
Knox zip ties his hands behind his back as he struggles in the chair, knowing damn well he is fucked. He elbows my brother in the side and Knox moves around to him and punches him in the face. Blood drips from his lip to his chin and finally to his white collar.
Stepping in front of him, I slide the blade of my knife down the side of his cheek, glaring at him, my eyes threatening as intended.
“Heather Mancini. Where the fuck is she?”
He stammers, sounding as pathetic as he looks.
“I can-n-t give patient information.”
I laugh hard, probably sounding as fucking crazy as I feel in the moment.
“HIPPA violations are a bitch, but I think that’s the least of your problems right now. Tell me where she was taken, or I’ll fucking slice you, and then let my associate peel the skin from your face.”
Raven holds up his scalpel and moves closer to the desk.
“Cannot fucking wait.”
He stares at me, afraid to move, and rushes out, “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know. She left here with your brother and I-“
I push the knife into his flesh and cut a long line down his cheek as he screams in agony. Blood streams down his face and I sigh with pleasure.
It’s so fucking beautiful. I wish my Little Heathen was here to see it.
“Wrong answer,Father.Let’s try again.”
Tears fall down his face, mixing with the blood. I set the tip of the blade against his forehead, holding it still not piercing the flesh. Yet.
“Where’s the Prophet?”
Blood drains from his cheek to the corner of his mouth and he winces.
“I don’t know where the bitch or any of her family are.”
I cut a curved line at the top of his scalp as I talk to him, my tone calm even though I’m anything but.
“I don’t believe you. Something precious was taken from me. Anyone who stands in my way of finding her dies. Anybody that lays a finger on her, dies. You’re going to be a message for the Prophet, Noah, and anyone else holding my girl. She’s mine. Nobody touches what’s mine. Not without dire consequences.”
I drag the knife along the other side of his face, slowly. He trembles as he cries out in absolute terror.
“Do you have anything to say before Raven pulls the skin from your face?”
“In the hour of my death, call me. And bid me come to thee.”
I stop momentarily and stare at him as I wonder out loud about his religious bullshit.
“Praying to your God to save you. What a fucking waste of last words.”
For my girl, I growl the words I’ve heard her say.
“God is dead. And so are you.”
Of course, I have to add my flair.
