Page 102 of Voracious

“You gave me drugs so I wouldn’t remember, and I went to sleep,” Nina urges. “Let me sleep again. Please.”

The countdown sounds — five minutes. I can kill her in less, but I shut down and my hand moves as I twist the knife and grab the handle.

I cradle her head as she sobs, still fucking smiling widely up at me. A real smile that reaches her eyes with two words on her lips.

“Thank you.”

Then I dig the knife into the side of her throat and slice in a line as I whisper, “I’m sorry Nina, I wish I knew your mama.”

Her eyes were dead while she was alive, but she dies with the most amount of life in them since the first day I met her when she tried to hold my hand. They don’t know she’s dead yet and I stand, ignoring the deafening gurgling coming from the floor.

There are sounds in my head.

“Don’t do it, lisichka.”

“Wait for us, pipsqueak.”

“Five minutes, just wait, we’ll be there.”

“Don’t move.”

People are talking but I don’t know them. All I can see is the door I need to get through. My lips curve up, seeing that it doesn’t reach the ceiling and I kick my shoes off. It’s glass so it will shatter. Propelling myself forward, the shouts in my head get louder as my feet slip against something on the floor.

“Ana!”

“No!”

“Fuck, move.”

Then glass breaks and I’m moving through things.

Nothing exists and people are blurs.

The fear on their faces isn’t real like the screaming isn’t.

“Get me the fuck out! Open the fucking door!”

There’s something banging in my head and warm liquid covers my body as I make my way through each room. One person is on my mind and if their features don’t match they diequickly. But the gurgling and shouts are still in my head as I keep moving forward and he’s nowhere to be found. Gunshots add to the noise in my skull and different parts of my body move as a new scream adds to the noise, scraping my throat raw as my head falls back, screaming up at the ceiling.

“ROWAN! YULIA’S LITTLE PET HAS COME TO PLAY!”

FORTY

Dima

I’m going to fucking die while I’m still alive. The glass cuts into my thighs when I finally fucking break through it and my legs pump faster than they ever have before to get to my life. Where the fuck did she go? It’s pitch fucking black, and all the other cunts have ran.

No. No. No. I can’t lose her.

Blindly pressing into the wall where Ana fucking ran through glass like it was nothing, I find the hidden door and my foot slips against the blood coating the floor.Everything is red. The walls. The floor. It’s as though there’s a red bulb tingeing everything.

There’s no one breathing as I go through the maze of rooms.

“ANA!”

Calling her name doesn’t get a reaction and I’m going to have a heart attack. There’s no sound coming from the earpiece after the gunshots. She can’t be dead; I can’t find my reason for being then fucking lose it.

The puddles of red start to taper off revealing footprints. Thank fuck. My heart is beating too loudly for me to hear my own thoughts as I follow them to another hallway that’s separated by double doors. I don’t notice the three fuckersbehind me until they’re on my heels. Her brothers don’t say anything as we keep on the bloody path and a roar full of pain has us moving faster. I can fucking breathe again as soon as I see her, my sweet hellion doesn’t see me though and turns, screaming the same name again.

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