Page 36 of Tormented By Regret

"Oh, I don't think you're in any position to make any threats, Lee. See, because you weren't there for Lucy, were you? You weren't there when she cried out for me to stop fucking her.”

I clenched my eyes tight, trying to keep the images from impregnating in my head.

“Nor were you there when I emptied inside her sweet body, claiming her back as mine.”

“Fucking rapist.”

He chuckled before continuing. “You should have heard her whimper as I slid the knife into her side.”

“Stop.”

“Seen how beautiful she looked as if the blood had rushed out of her, leaving her skin pale and her lips purple.”

“Stop,” I stated louder.

“And you definitely weren't there as I slid the knife into her throat. Her last breath was given to me as I kissed her.”

“Stop!”

“You weren't there, Lee, and that alone is killing you, isn't it?”

“I am going to fucking tear you from limb to limb.”

“Not before I tear at your lovely little Whisper. She is beautiful, you did good this time, Lee.”

“Motherfucker,” I murmured, the phone cracking beneath the pressure of my grip.

“I'll torture her slowly for you, just like I did with Lucy. And then, when she's begging for mercy, I'll end her life."

“You sick fucking bastard! You won't go near her, I won't let you!” I roared.

"Oh, but I already have, Lee. And by the time I'm done with her, you'll wish you were never born. Say goodbye to Whisper, Lee. She's as good as dead."

The phone went dead, and I stared down at it in disbelief.

I ran back into the apartment, my heart practically beating out of my chest. I stormed into her room, catching her glowing raven hair in the moonlight. The sight of it took my breath away. It glistened like shiny black rocks, laid out on the pillow beside her. Her skin looked pale, and I pressed a hand to her forehead. She was cold as ice, and the sharpness of her temperature made me retreat my hand instantly.

“Whisper,” I reached out, shaking her slightly.

She moaned, turning toward me. “Lee,” she whispered, and I let out a breath.

“Whisper you're cold as ice.”

“I don't feel well, Lee.”

“Shit,” I cursed under my breath, pulling out her phone, I contacted the first person on her call list.

Macabre answered on the first ring. “What the hell, Whisper! Why haven't you called me!”

“Because I told her not to,” I responded.

“You are so fucking dead when I see you, Powertrain. Where the fuck are you?”

“No time for explanations, I need your help.”

“What is it?” His voice changed from murderous biker to concerned brother in an instant.

“Whisper's not feeling well. She's cold as ice.”

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