Page 15 of Redeeming Logan

All of the air whooses from my lungs when I see what lies on the cold steel tables in front of me. My skin going cold, goosebumps erupting along my arms and legs. Muscles going stiff like they’re in rigor mortis. I stand there in uncomfortable silence soaking up the image before me. My parents naked in all their disgusting glory strapped to each one of the tables. Their eyes swinging around the room wildly, breathing erratic, and allhell breaks loose when my father’s eyes finally find my own. His pleading for mercy as my mother tries with all of her might to fight her way out of the restraints.

Logan grips me by the shoulders, leaning down to my ear whispering in that deep voice I’ve grown to relish. “Little Monster, I thought that we could have a playdate together. Your darkness and my own, thriving in the same room together. Would you enjoy that?” His lips ghost over my neck making a shiver race up my spine. “I think it’s about time that you show your parents who you really are, don’t you think? Show them exactly who’s been hiding behind that pretty facade you put up.” Logan kisses my neck with tenderness and shoves me gently towards the tray sitting next to my father.

The tray houses more torture instruments then I’ve seen before. Gliding my fingers across the various metal objects, Logan slides up to me, telling me what is what as my fingers drift over them. The first thing he identifies is a new filet knife, perfect for skinning. Next is an odd pear shaped instrument that I’ve never seen before. Picking it up I hold it closer to my face, fiddling with the little metal knob on the top, watching as it springs open. The metal sides of it look similar to a cheese grater, making me quirk a brow in confusion.

“That is called a pear of anguish. I modified it for my own needs. When it’s closed you place it in an open orifice. Then you twist the knob on top making the leaves separate which automatically causes pain, but the star of the show is the grater effect that I added myself. As you pull it out of the person it grates their skin along with it. Rather marvelous if you ask me.” He smirks at me as my imagination whirls with the possibilities of this tool. The rest of the tray holds various types of knives,needles, pliers, rubber mallet, and a small nail gun. As Logan tells me about the devices my parents incessantly blubbering grates on my nerves.

“Hello daddy.” I whisper to my father which cuts off his begging long enough for me to continue. “Long time no see. You didn’t think you’d ever see me again, did you? Handing me off to Mr. Adams like I was some prized pig that you can just sell on a whim.” The anger in my voice is evident with every word spewing from my lips.

“B-b-baby girl, I’m so sorry. I was scared. Your mother and I were just trying to do what was best for you! We had no idea what Mr. Adams had in store for you.” My father’s words tumble from his mouth as his tears roll down his cheeks.

“And what exactly did you think Mr. Adams was going to do with me? Did you think he was just going to take me and drop me off in the middle of nowhere a few states over?” The absurdity of that thought has my eyes rolling. “Like come on, you can’t seriously be that fucking stupid.”

“Taliah, baby please. We love you! Just let us go, nothing good is going to come from this.”

“Youlove me?” I feign a gasp, slapping my hand over my chest in mock surprise.

“Eugene, shut the fuck up! Don’t placate her like that.” My mother finally speaks up amidst the chaos, her squeaky voice sounding like nails on a chalkboard. “Taliah, sweetie, you need to let us go okay? Grab that knife and start cutting these restraints for us.” The smile on her face is as fake as their love for me.

“Sure mommy, I would love to.” Reaching over, I grab the serrated knife from the tray and start to walk towards my mother. Logan grasps my other arm, hauling me against his chest, hiseyebrows hitting his hairline. “Don’t worry, just trust me.” I whisper low enough for him to hear. Walking towards my mother, her smile still plastered onto her face. Grabbing her hand in my own, its cold and greasy, making me fight down a dry heave. “Mommy, do you love me?” I whisper, pleading her with my eyes.

“Of course I love you honey! Now cut these restraints, now!” Her voice is hard and full of fake niceties.

“Do you pinky promise?”

“What?” My mother screeches, causing me to wince.

“Do you pinky promise that you love me, mommy?” I whisper down at her, giving her my best puppy dog eyes, swiping her hair away from her forehead, and holding my pinky out to her.

“Yes! Oh my god, yes, I pinky promise I love you! Now get me the fuck out of here!” Giving my mother my sweetest smile I twist her pinky around in mine in a tight grip before bringing the knife down through the flesh and bone. Her screams echoing through the room as the coppery scent invades my nostrils. Sawing through the bone until the only thing left in my hand is her severed and bloody finger. Blood spurts from the stump left on her hand as tears rain down from her eyes.

“It’s not very nice to tell lies, mommy.”

“You fucking bitch! Weneverwanted you! We tried to get rid of you once before, but it failed. You were never supposed to survive that abortion, but that fucking doctor gave me the wrong medication. Tell her Eugene! Tell her how much we tried to kill her when she was in my womb!” Her screams are so loud they pound inside of my head, scrambling my thoughts. The shock at her admission has me staying silent as I listen to what my father has to say, but he’s smart for once and doesn’t say a word. His lips smashed together in a thin line, hiding away hissecrets. “You coward! You always liked her more than you liked me you nasty fuck! I should’ve left you years ago.” She takes a deep breath, steading herself before continuing on with her rant. “Okay, Taliah, the fun is over. Let us go right this instant and we won’t press charges.”

I mull her words over in my mind, everyone in the room miraculously silent as I think through everything. Logan hasn’t said a word this entire time, just standing in the shadows, looming over us like an angel of death. My eyes flick to his in the darkness and he gives me a small nod, giving me the courage to continue on. “Sorry Mommy, but what did you used to tell me when I was younger? Bad decisions come with bad consequences? I think that was it.”

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Taliah

My mother throws profanities around like confetti, hoping they will break through to me. Praying that I will let her go, but I’m not done yet. Far from it. Tossing the bloody knife onto the metal tray, I head over towards Logan’s cabinet of horrors. He trails after me, unlocking it and swinging the doors open.

“What are you thinking, Little Monster?” His smooth whisper teases the hair against my neck.

“I hate her, but not enough to rip her to pieces. Have you ever hated someone so much you want them dead, but you don’t care how it happens? I just want her gone, Logan. My dad is the worst evil of the two of them.” Logan’s hand drifts across my cheek, rubbing against my bottom lip as I speak. His slow nod is enough for me to know that he understands where I’m coming from. He snags a syringe from the top shelf and a bottle of amber liquid.

“This should do the trick. Fill the syringe and inject it into a vein and she’ll be foaming at the mouth in seconds.” His sinister smile brings a smile of my own to my face. He grabs my face in a tight grip, tilting it up, and smashing his lips against mine. I kiss him back with the same ferocity until I’m breathless and the familiar tingle starts between my thighs.

Striding towards my mother, the syringe and bottle tightly in my grip, I stop just next to her head so she can watch me every step of the way. Uncapping the bottle, I stick the syringe inside, filling it to the very top before withdrawing it. The amber liquid inside is thick, and the scent that waffs from the bottle smells like piss. I look down at my mother, and her eyes are as big as saucers, watching me as I lean down towards the bright blue vein in her arm.

“If you love drugs so much, then I know you will absolutely adore this mommy.” Sticking the needle into her vein, she lets out a small gasp as I depress the plunger. Watching as the amber slowly injects into her bloodstream. The twitching starts at her fingers before the vial is even empty. Once I pull away, the shivers start at her legs, crawling like insects up towards her neck. Her pupils are blown, her eyes almost black, as her body starts to seize. A laugh escapes my throat as she starts to foam from her mouth, her back arching off of the table, until she’s suddenly completely still. The death rattle floating through her chest until she’s just a pile of skin and bones.

My father’s screams and tears ring through the room as he mourns the sudden death of his wife. Before I can back away from my mother's side, Logan’s fingers are twisted into the crown of my skull, wrenching my head back, as he claims my mouth with his own. His lips are rough against mine, his tonguefighting my own for space inside of my mouth. His other hand grips my head in a tight grip, stealing every molecule of air from my lungs.

“That was hot as fuck, Taliah.” He growls into my ear after he pulls away from my mouth, finally allowing a gasp of air through my lips. He runs his lips down my throat, his tongue warm as it slides against my damp, sweaty skin. “What do you have in store for dear old dad, baby?”

“It’s a surprise.” I say in a whisper of a breath. Steeling my resolve, I peck Logan on the cheek as I gently push him away. “You can kiss me all you want once we are the only two breathing people in this room.” He watches my hips sway as I walk towards my father, fingering his greasy gray hair as I go.

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