Page 111 of Hunted, Season Three

He released us both.

We were each prisoners in cages we couldn’t escape.

His was just gilded.

And as much as I should probably hate him, as easy as it would be, I don’t.

I understand exactly what it’s like to be unknowingly poisoned.

Assaulted.

Used.

Abused.

I understand exactly what it’s like to think the person you’re with lovesyourather than their ability to control or play with you.

And that’s all we ever were to the creepy Mommy and Boy duo.

Toysfor them to play with.

Show up when necessary.

Break when they needed something broken.

Perhaps he could’ve done more back then, but what matters most is what he didnow.

He helped keep me alive.

My child alive.

And for that?

I’ll pour one out for him.

Literally.

The silenced demon beginning to stir in her seat prompts me to give Mutt a command, “Gun.”He tosses the tool in my direction, which is an easy catch that occurs right as her eyelids attempt to lift.“Morning!”

They instantly widen at the sight of me.

“How ya feelin’?”

Noises get propelled in my direction from behind the tape alongside her body trying to twist to the left.

Right.

Left again.

“Relax,” I calmly insist prior to pressing the end of the object into her forearm beside the ropes that have her strapped down.“You’re not going anywhere.”Firing the first nail through her bone receives body shaking screams.“And there’s no need to worry about you falling out of the chair onto them.”Another nail penetrates the bone a few inches upward.“They’re dead, so they damn sure aren’t going anywhere.”

Beverly’s head manages to drop downward just enough to see the corpses of those she hired.

“Believe it or not this will be a better send off for them than what the company would’ve provided.”Moving the gun to the other side occurs next.“According to Braxton, anyway.”The quick, sharp sound indicating a third one has been launched pulls the corners of my lips towards my ears.“And he should know since he works for a similar enterprise.”Our eyes momentarily lock as I place the tool closer to where her arm bends.“Except they don’t kidnap pregnant women.” Unleashing the nail once more receives gut wrenching shrieks.“It’s a hard line for them.”

Incomprehensible murmurs hastily pour out of her mouth prompting Mutt to happily grump, “Fuck, I’m glad I ain’t gotta hear her.”

I toss him a mischievous look.“Aren’t we all?”

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