Page 8 of All Your Hate

There’s no pain though. The drug they use on me is good for something at least.

I’m forced upright and I let my body go limp. I refuse to walk myself straight into hell, if I have to go there then they can carry me the whole way.

He mutters to himself as he drags me upstairs by my arms. I’m sure it’s supposed to hurt, but it’s like being dragged along a soft cloud. A laugh bursts out of me taking me by surprise.

Is this the moment where I finally break and go insane?

“Shut it,” the guy pulling me hisses and I laugh harder. He drops me and kicks me in the side. Now that one I felt. I groan as I curl in on myself to stop him from doing it again.

I’m picked up by my hair this time and dragged along the carpet. This is the most I’ve ever seen of the house. It’s got an old homely feel to it that definitely doesn’t sayhome to rapists.

“Is it still only you and me tonight?” the guard pulling me asks.

“No, Danny’s out front,” the other guard answers him back.

“Why’s no one else bothered to turn up?”

“Beats me. Hey, man, she’s still awake.” The other man bends down and his mask is a dark blur in front of me. “You’re meant to be out of it, so you better play dead in there for the old man. Understood?” There’s something in his tone that makes him sound guilty for doing this. Clearly not guilty enough to help me though.

“Make it stop,” I rasp out.

“What?”

“Knock me out.Please. Do whatever the hell you want to me later, but please knock me out now. I don’t want to know what he does.”

I swear there’s a hint of remorse in his eyes. He runs his hand over the top of his head as he looks up at his friend.

“I don’t give a shit, as long as we get to have some fun later do what you want.”

“Fine,” he sighs and his hands wrap around my throat. I take a deep breath before he closes them tight.

Pressure fills my head and chest. Although my mind is happy to drift off into nothing, my body fights against him.

Tears pool in my ears as my blood thunders in my head.

Dark waves drift over my body, carrying me away.

Please let this be it. I don’t want to wake up again.

2

BONES

This is the worst part of the job. The endless waiting around.

Even Dean’s no fun tonight. He’s the only one I partner up with for work. We met through the job, killing people for money. Took on a few contracts together, found we both enjoyed the violence and became friends pretty quickly after that.

Lately, he’s been drifting away thanks to his new pet he keeps locked away at home. I’m not exactly jealous. Okay, maybe I am a bit.

Who wouldn’t want a free-use sex toy waiting for them in their bed every day?

Still, he could at least share with his best friend. Unfortunately, the man is smitten. His dick and heart have formed an alliance. It’s the one thing I vow never to happen to me.

“You never told me what she thought of your pretty dick,” I say and he stops looking out of the car window to frown at me. A huge grin spreads on his face as he realizes I’m talking about the tattoo he got recently.

Running his tongue over the scar on his lip, he says, “She was surprised, but I think she secretly loves it. It makes her look at my dick even more now.” His blue eyes are shining as he talks.

Christ, she’s got him wrapped around her little finger. He’s never had a relationship before and I’m surprised the woman is actually alive since she saw him kill two people. I suppose pussy always wins out.

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