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Walking past the gates, we enter the yard in the middle of nowhere, nothing but a lone warehouse in sight as goosebumps rise on my skin, covering my neck, back and arms. The moonlight casts a shadow on the various abandoned vehicles by the building, only one of them looks like it's in working condition.

A thud vibrates the metal doors of the warehouse and we both take cover behind a wrecked car.

“How many people do you think they have in there?”

“I don’t know, it could be from five to fifteen but when they had me, I saw five men. Two were outside keeping watch and the others were inside with the victims,” she explains.

“I’ll follow your lead.”

I don’t follow anyone, I don’t even listen to many people but for her, I’ll bend over backwards, offer myself up as bait or be the grim reaper at her service.

Edging closer to the door, we spot a man in all black putting a cigarette butt out with his boot, carrying a pistol in the back of his pants. Just as I’m about to speak Rue saunters off in his direction, the chainsaw resting on her shoulder, her denim shorts barely covering her ass with the way her hips sway when she walks.

Damn it. I’m hard again watching her.

“You!” He reaches for his gun as he spots her, my stomach almost falling out of my fucking ass but before he can grab it, she saws his hand off. “Ahhh! You crazy fucking bitch!”

She laughs as I approach them, his eyes now on me.

“Actually, he’s the crazy one.” She kisses me as he falls to his knees. “Have fun, baby.” She trails her hand down my shirt and steps aside.

There are so many ways I could kill him and yet I can only think of one that would satisfy me right now.

“Are you curious to know what your spine looks like?”

The scent of his fear makes things so much more arousing as he whimpers, the adrenaline no doubt coursing through his veins.

“What’s the matter with you, man?” He sniffs, the end of his radius and ulna now exposed to the air. “What do you want?”

“Well, the simple answer is your life.”

He begins to pull himself along the dirt, glancing back and forth from me to Rue.

“Hold still.” Rolling him over to his front, I remove my shirt and force it into his mouth. “You might feel a little pinch.”

Lifting the axe above my head, I swing down hard on his back, his muffled screams barely over a decibel as I remove it and do it again on the other side of his spine.

It’s ridiculous just how strong the human body can be. I know, I studied human motion and physics. The body can be the most dangerous weapon if you train it correctly or it can be the biggest, useless sack of meat if treated poorly.

“I might need that.” I point at the chainsaw in Rue’s hand, and she gives it to me.

“All this blood is making me thirsty.” I chuckle, shoving my hand into the axe wound, the firm muscles beneath his skin unwilling to move as I feel my way round for his spine. Sawing into the other side, I almost slice my finger off.

Looking up at Rue, I notice the look on her face, the same one she was giving me in the car earlier.

“I told you not to look at me like that.”

“Maybe you can make good on your threat when I finally kill them all.” She takes the chainsaw from me and places the blade on my throat. “I’m getting impatient.”

I hold her gaze as I pull at the man's spine, the vertebrae dislodging from the disc and muscle surrounding it. Opening her hand, I place it in her palm.

“A souvenir for your growing collection.”

“What collection?” She rolls it over in her palm, the blood dripping from her fingertips.

“One I’m about to start.”

Chapter Ten

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