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I throw on a fake frown. “Harley Turner,” I say.

It takes a second, but then it hits him. His eyes widen, his mouth drops. “You’re the girl Laurens is looking for.”

“I am.” I smile. “Do you remember me though?”

His bare chest heaves.

Zack had the foresight to strip the monster before binding him. Makes it easier for us now.

“You’re Nancy’s kid. The one I didn’t kill.” His face contorts into disgust. “You two are fucked. You think my cousin is going to let you get away with this?”

Zack laughs.

“Your cousin can do whatever he wants. I don’t have any issue with him yet, but you…now you have my attention.” Zack hops onto the surgical table. “Don’t look at me, though, look at Harley. She’s in charge here.”

When Jimmy swings his gaze back to me, I strike. Slapping him hard across his face, then throwing my fist into his nose again. There’s another crunch, louder than the first one in his playroom.

Fresh blood pours out of his nose. More howling.

I step back from him, looking over the scrawny man sitting naked in front of me. His hands are bound behind him, his ankles are tied to the chair legs. He’s completely exposed to me.

Completely vulnerable.

Just as we were when he walked in that day.

“Dad’s debt was paid by just one of us, is that right?” I ask him.

He laughs. “Yeah.”

“But you had all three of us taken.”

“No. Vince had you taken. Arthur wanted to play with you all first, and Vince owed him a favor.” He wiggles his head against the leather strap holding him against the chair back.

“But you bought the kill.” I walk over to the metal tray Zack has ready for me. All of the instruments I need are there. I run my hand over the knives, the scissors, the miter saw.

“I’d had a bad day,” he says. “Needed to relieve some stress.”

He’s so casual about this, I’m not sure he’s taking me seriously.

I pick up a scalpel.

“Do you think this is a game?” I press the blade to his cheek, slicing downward until blood slides down.

“Fuck!” he bellows, jerking against his binds.

“You killed my sister.” I move to his disgustingly hairy chest. “You put a gun to her head and shot her.” I slice his nipple, and the little bud just pops right off.

“What the fuck!” He sucks in air, trying to combat the pain, but there’s no running from it.

“You raped me.” I move down to his dick, picking up the flaccid member.

“No! No!” He’s trying to move the chair, but he’s too weak still. All he can do is watch as I slice off a chunk of his cock and drop it next to his nipple on the floor.

Now he’s a howling mess.

“You were going to kill that woman tonight.” I bring the scalpel to his throat, cutting just deep enough for it to hurt, but not enough actually harm him. It’s nice, this blade. Precise without having to use much force.

“I didn’t! I didn’t kill her!” Now he’s seeing how serious this is. He searches my face, a plea in his eyes.

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