Page 38 of Rugger: The Huntress

Fifteen.

Fourteen.

Thirteen.

Twelve.

Eleven.

Ten.

I counted down from fifteen. By the time I reached the number one, the motherboard had begun to flicker before blackening completely.

It wasn’t long before the system was rebooted, but nothing it captured could be revisited. The still images were useless. For the next twenty-four hours, they were blind.

I stuffed my weapon in my pants and pulled my clothing down over it as a means of concealment.Bar Balgariawas my destination.

My lips grew closer together. High-pitched whistles erupted in the silence of the lone hallway.

Baby tonight…

It’s gonna get nasty.

I want you at the tip of my tongue.

My exit was swift. The quietness assured me I was still alone. I preferred it that way.

An unnecessary kill was never on my list of things to do, but I would if it came down to it. My freedom was far too precious.

All down your body.

I ambled down the hall with a smile tugging at my lips.

My face is your pony.

And, I want you to ride it.

So I can drink your rivers down.

The things I planned to do with her body once I got the chance would be ungodly. Unspeakable. Unfathomable. Unmatched.

Tell me who gone fuck you like me…

I entered the dark space, prepared to consume something other than the woman heavy on my mind.

“Back so soon.” The bartender asked as I approached the stained wood.

“Never left,” I lied, forging a smile.

“Same thing?”

“Yes. Same thing.”

This time, I removed a twenty from my pocket and slammed it on the counter. I was tasked with locating one receipt already. I wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.

“Coming right up.”

I pressed my back against the counter. The contortion of my face revealed everything I was thinking. The footage I’d encountered was as baffling as the fireworks exploding in my chest.

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