When she’s done cutting up Mike’s limbs, he’s already passed out from shock.
The saw clatters on the floor while she breathes violently, as if the rage is slowly leaving her body.
I tuck my notebook and my pen back into my bag. Both Xavier and I approach her, and I wrap my arm around her while Xavier grabs her face. She’s covered in blood, but that won’t chase us away.
“Are you frightened yet?” she asks, her voice soft as she peels away the doctor’s mask.
“No,” I reply, while Xavier shakes his head.
“You should be,” she says. “I’m not sane.”
“I don’t care,” he says, taking off his mask too.
“You are perfectly sane to me,” I mutter, doing the same.
Xavier places his hand on her cheek. “Are you okay?”
Suddenly, she smashes her lips onto his, claiming a bloodied kiss that makes even me feel jealous, and I place naughty kisses all over her shoulder and neck, hoping whatever she’s siphoning from him, she’ll also claim from me.
“Fuck,” she groans. “This was just what I needed.”
Xavier looks hungry for more of her delectable kisses, but then she suddenly turns around, grabs my face too, and kisses me so hard it makes me dizzy with need. I nearly melt into a puddle in her arms, craving more of that sweet, sweet poison in her bloody, violent kisses. The taste of murder.
We kiss one after the other until we’re all smeared with Mike’s blood, and my cock hardens against the cage she put it in.
Xavier groans in pain, grabbing his length as he keeps pressing more kisses against her shoulder while we’re both delirious with need.
She smiles. “You did well, and you both deserve a reward for being so obedient.”
“Fuck yes,” I groan as her tongue dips against my earlobe and runs a trail down my neck.
Suddenly, there’s a ruckus in the hallway beyond.
“Shit,” Xavier mutters, and he swiftly grabs the saw and tucks it back into his bag. “We gotta run, fast.”
“What about the body?” I ask.
She walks up to Mike’s butchered body as she pulls a familiar lipstick from her pocket and drags it over her lips, then pecks Mike’s cheek. “There. A perfect final gift.”
“How do we get rid of him? Do we just pretend he’s one of the corpses in the morgue?” I ask.
“No. We leave him,” she replies without even looking at me.
I frown. “What? Why? They’ll find him.”
Xavier’s nostrils flare. “That’s the point.”
She smiles viciously, and it finally dawns on me … Shewantsto be found.
That’s it.
That’s why she has no qualms about Atreus hunting her down.
She’s after him. She wants him too.
Holy shit.
Xavier passes me by with his backpack slung over his shoulder, and he opens the door again to waltz out. “Let’s go, before this place is swarmed and we go to jail for murder.”
