He’s had Indi for five hours, maybe longer.
I don’t hold out any hope of seeing Indi alive.
But there’s enough furious vengeance flowing through my veins to make up for that. Little does he know I wouldn’t even think about involving the cops. All they’d do is arrest him, charge him, send him to jail.
Or, possibly, Mallhaven Mental Institute. I hear it’s really fucking cushy over there.
No…I don’t plan on handing Marcus over to the cops.
I intend on being his judge, jury, and fucking executioner.
And you know what? I’m gonna make him suffer.