Page 49 of Little Psycho

I keep my mask on in case he has cameras, but I can tell he knows who I am from my voice.And it makes the torture and killing all the more satisfying.Kneeling on the edge of the bed between his parted legs, I guide the bar to his ass and brutally shove it inside him—no lube or anything.He tries to scream but he can’t.As he tries, blood literally spurts like a fountain from the gash, covering his face as it comes down and land with a splatter.

I laugh because fuck it's funny as shit to me.

Leaning back on my hands with my ass on the bed, I lift my foot and thrust it, kicking the end of the bar with enough force that it lodges itself as far into his ass as it’ll go.

And I laugh again, relishing his pain, feeling even more twisted than ever.

Taking my knife, I gag again as I grab his cock, lifting it to get to his balls.And then I slice them off, leaving his bloody cock dangling there without his sack beneath it.Picking up each testicle, I squeeze them in my hands like a stress ball, cracking myself up.

Fuck, I really am crazy.

“How did that feel, judge?”I laugh again, hovering over him as his eyes take on a cloudy, blank look.I can tell he’s just about dead, so I know I need to hurry up.

Forcing his mouth open, I shove his severed balls into his mouth, making his cheeks pop out.Staring at him, I almost double over from laughter, because this time as I look at him, all I see is a fucking squirrel with acorns packed in its cheeks.

Finally, I climb off the bed for the last time and use my knife to slice off his shirt, revealing a heavily tattooed torso that I still have nightmares about.Using my knife, I begin carving into his flesh, giving him one last tattoo to remember me by—the number 11, since he’s the 11th person on my list.

I wipe the blade off on his sheet and tuck it away before I begin my usual sweep of the house, looking for any cash, guns, and anything else I might need.After I’m satisfied, i leave a Ziploc baggie with a flash drive inside, right where the police will see it, then douse his body with lighter fluid and toss a lit match to get him ignited.

Even though the judge is dead, I still want to expose his secrets; the world needs to know how sick and twisted this motherfucker really was.

Creeping back into the night with a whole lot of cash, a new pistol, and a pretty knife, I head right for my backpack to put my haul inside.And then I slip back into the darkness that lead me here, feeling at peace with the demons inside my head.

I keep my mask on until I’m a few blocks away, making sure I don’t get picked up on any cameras.Once the cool air hits my face, I smirk, and it’s fucking bigger than it has been all night.Shaking off the adrenaline high I’ve been riding for hours, I feel the calm seep through me as I make my way through the empty streets.

I chuckle to myself, thinking about all the chaos that I’ve left behind.The demons inside my head are smiling right along with me, and for the moment, everything feels right in the world.

But as I walk, I can’t help but wonder how long I can keep this up.How long until someone catches me?How long until my mental state spirals out of control?

I’ve always been good at living in the present, even though while I was chained in the attic, I built a life inside my head of an alternate reality.It was the only way to make it through the trauma I dealt with on a daily basis.The darkness is closing in on me, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep fighting it.

The demons inside my head may end up being the only company I have left… besides Addy, that is, unless I can do something about it.

Changing my mind about where I’m going, I walk in the opposite direction, feeling in the mood to have a little fun and keep the adrenaline high going.

TWENTY

FALLING

SUGAR WE’RE GOIN’ DOWN—FALL OUT BOY

KILLIAN

“So Addy is really Calista, the girl I’ve heard so much about?”Five gasps, trying to comprehend what we just told him, his mouth wide open as he shakes his head in utter disbelief.“Fuck, I had no idea.”

“She’s good at playing fucking games,” Dom sneers, an angry look washing over his face as he peers out the window, searching for any sign of her.

“Stop being a dick, Dom.We’re part of the reason she is the way she is.”I roll my eyes, plucking a cigarette from my pack.

Disappointment surges through me as we sit here, livid because we literally just missed her.Even though she isn’t here, Ash still searches the place for any sign of her or things she might’ve left behind.

But she’s gone.There’s nothing fucking here.Nothing but her scent absorbed into every surface of Five’s apartment, bringing back good and bad memories of our time together.

As I puff hard on my cigarette, I can’t help but think about her and where she might be.Fear flows through my veins, wondering if she’s waiting for us at the apartment.But would she really be that predictable?

If she shows back up, call me, and don’t let her fucking know we were her looking for her,” Dom orders Five, annoyance laced in his raspy voice.

“I won't, but I highly doubt she’ll be back here.She ain’t fucking stupid, you know.”Five chuckles, shaking his head slowly.

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