Page 648 of The Tempted

I moved away from the toilet, placed the sharpened razor back into Vic’s pillowcase before I went to work on the screw.

Lacey’s face worked its way into my brain as my hand quickened the pace, stripping the ridges that swirled around the metal, smoothing them down as I created a point.

I couldn’t wait to see that face again.

I couldn’t wait to kiss that mouth of hers again.

Or hold that soft body in my arms.

I couldn’t fucking wait to be inside her and watch her eyes as she became mine over and over again.

Yeah, I had a fucking future, and it was so goddamn beautiful.

“Nice and sharp,” I repeated.

“Just like the tip of a needle,” I whispered.

I heard the keys dangle before the officer fitted them into the bars and I quickly hid the weapon I was making. Vic pulled back the sheet and stepped into our cell.

“How was church?” I muttered.

“God is good,” he replied, placing his bible under his pillow. “He forgives us all.”

“Yeah? You think?” I asked, wiping the sweat from my brow and pushing my hair away from my eyes.

“I know,” he assured as he climbed into the bottom bunk. “Tomorrow is a big day,” he said, yawning. “Tomorrow I become God.”

No you don’t.

I do.

I climbed onto the top bunk and once I was sure Victor was sleeping, I continued to sharpen the screw against the wall.

God was good.

But I was the devil.

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