Page 196 of Bad for Me

“Georgie Porgie, pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry,”Dolly chants, her voice clear over the shouts.

“What the fuck?” Leo says, his voice wobbling like a child.

“Now that wasn’t very nice of Georgie,” Dolly states, materializing out of the wall like a ghost. She swings her razor blade embedded bat in the air before pointing it at him. “You shouldn’t make girls cry.”

Barbie connects with Leo’s knee, shattering it. His terrified scream pierces the air, and Chris and Thom shout back, rattling their chains. Dolly ducks back into the tunnel, and Leo shouts, “I’m going to fucking kill you, you little bitch.” He hauls himself to his feet and limps down the path.

Thom shouts directions, and we let him advance a bit before Dolly starts again.“When the boys came out to play…”That’s my cue.

I step out in front of him and cock my head, letting him see the monster inside me.“Georgie Porgie ran away,”I finish for her in a steely voice. Leo rears back and trips over his feet, landing on his ass with a grunt.

I drop to my haunches and stare at him. “You hurt my sister. You took her away from me and forced her to witness my death. And then what did you do, Leo?” My knife slides out of my coat sleeve, and I spin it between my fingers. When he refuses to answer, I strike down and scrape the knife against the concrete floor between his legs.

“What did you do, Leo?” I ask again softly. “No? Don’t want to admit what you did to a terrorized eight-year-old? Hmm?” I jump to my feet, walk behind him, and grab hold of his hair, yanking his head back.

Dolly skips toward me, her eyes twinkling with glee. I think I love this woman. Whoa. Fuck. I’ll have to come back to that thought later. When she reaches us, she slides a ten-inch dildo from behind her back.

“Be a good boy and suck this dick,” she says, forcing it into his mouth. He struggles against my hold, but I keep a firm grip on him. “Look, Sinister. I think he likes it. I bet he wants more.” She pulls it back before ramming it farther down his throat. His back arches, his hands slapping at the air as she pushes it even farther.

His eyes bulge, mirroring his throat, and he stares up at me like I might save him. “Leo, Leo,” I murmur as a wicked smile spreads across my face. “Did you really think we’d let any of you walk out of here alive?”

Dolly chuckles and pinches his nose shut with one hand while forcing him to swallow another inch of the dildo. “Of course not. But we had to at least give them hope now, didn’t we?” Leo’s shoulders drop and tears leak from his eyes. He doesn’t stop looking at me, and I’m glad I’m the last thing he’ll see.

I was forced to see his face a thousand times in my nightmares.

When his eyes glaze over, I drop him like the trash he is and haul Dolly into my arms. She winds her hands into my hair and meets my mouth with hers. Thom and Chris shout and rattle, but we ignore them.

“Three down, little bird. Three to go.”

11

DOLLY

My heart racesas I dash back into the tunnels while Sinister sets Thom free and restarts the clock. He’s smarter than Leo; he races into the maze while Chris shouts instructions to him. I let him get further in before sliding the entrance panel shut and heading toward the middle.

Chris, from his vantage point, may be able to view ninety percent of the maze, but he can’t see the exit—because there isn’t one. His help will only send Thom into a dead end, where we’ll be waiting for him.

A shiver of glee runs over my shoulders at the knowledge that they get to experience some of the fear we did. Watching their friends die, knowing they’re helpless to do anything to stop it, and realizing they’re next. The hope of an escape followed by the certainty of death.

Fuck them and what they put us through. They deserve this, and I’m glad I’m fucked up enough to not feel guilty over not feeling guilty. The world will be a better place without them.

I stop at the next peephole and wait for Thom to pass by. After closing off this section, I follow him toward the center, palming my knife. A list of potential nursery rhymes plays through my mind, and a smile flutters at my lips as I select the perfect one.

“Three blind mice, three blind mice. See how they run, see how they run…”

“Fuck off, you freaky bitch!” Thom shouts, making me chuckle. Sinister won’t like that.

“They all ran after the farmer’s wife…”I slide out from behind the wall, appearing in front of him. He shouts and stumbles backward, right into Sinister’s chest. I tilt my head and slash the knife through the air.“She cut off their tails with a carving knife.”

“No! No, fuck you.” Sinister wraps his arms around Thom’s, holding him in place. His face grows red as I advance, and he fights against Sinister’s superior grip. I raise my arm but stop and look at my brother with a raised brow. His lips purse, but he nods.

Thom’s legs scramble against the floor, the whites of his eyes showing as I snap gloves on. I’m not touching that with my bare skin. Once was enough for a lifetime.

“Did you ever see such a sight in your life…”I sing, drawing out the words in a lower octave. My hand whips out and grabs his dick, stretching it toward me.“As three blind mice.”

Thoms neck bulges as screams rip from his throat. Poor guy. I should have chosen a sharper knife. Blood spurts everywhere, staining my dress as the air fills with the coppery scent. I end up having to use a sawing motion to cut off the offending member Thom used to harm so many children.

Now, he’ll never be able to hurt anyone again.

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