Page 15 of Voracious

“I’ll attend, give me the login.”

It’s what I usually do to find the fuckers to satiate my rage so it’s not exactly a big deal. But she rages, again, and her outburst has the truth falling out.

“Do you think I look like this for fucking fun?! It cost me seventy-five grand to get in and having to be stuck here with you.”

She can’t mean the shit she’s saying. No one would take that much of a beating no matter the price, her ribs are broken, she has two fractures in her cheek, and another in her jaw.

Keeping with the theme of my mouth saying shit when I don’t agree, I harden. “If you need money, come to me, don’t get yourself fucking killed for it.”

The anger doesn’t lessen as she stares at me, waiting for a reason for my offer. At this point it’s her default setting, justanger unless she’s killing someone because that’s the only time she’s ever relaxed. I don’t have a reason for my offer so we’ll both stand in silence. She isn’t spending her winnings on food or even the basic necessities of life, she’s not twitching and there are no track marks on her arms so it can’t be drugs. The only thing she cares about outside of murder is Nina and sick fucks love taking advantage of people.

I hold my hand out for her phone so I can get the details of TRR, she huffs but acquiesces. The rules are going to get her caught especially with the current state she’s in. My stomach turns as I scroll through the forum, reading the list of people’s wishes, I can’t stop and don’t look up as I take over her plan.

“I’ll do it, you won’t look right, and you’ll draw attention to yourself.”

She snatches her phone back and hisses, “It’s not a fucking beauty competition, and they won’t be looking at me. If it was a competition, you wouldn’t look right either, not when it looks your mom was a dragon and your father was a baboon.”

“Fuck you, at least I had parents,” I fire back.

She doesn’t take offense, instead she continues hurling insults at me.

“Yeah and yours are in the fucking zoo, you ugly ogre. No one will want to see your face and you’ll probably scare Nina away.”

The woman is fucking deluded and doesn’t realize she matches what they’ll be getting off on. Her thin frame is all they’ll see, and they’ll assume it’s someone younger than she is. Or they’ll see her beaten body and get off on it, imagining how they can cause her more pain.

Refusing to entertain her bullshit, I swipe her phone and take over the profile she’s purchased, locking her out of it is easy and I process the transfer for my seat. It won’t be for my entertainment; I’ll get to find more of the freaks for the relays or start my own outlet.

“You can’t steal my things,” she hisses, punching into my ribs as she makes a grab for her phone.

I wrap my hand around her knuckles, pushing her back as I dip my head to look into her soulless eyes. “Be fucking good and I’ll let you watch.”

Her face contorts, disgust mixing with her anger as she drops her voice. “No one wants to see your deformed dick, it probably has gangrene from your swamp.”

“Don’t think about my dick,” I grimace, “it’ll crawl inside my body.”

SEVEN

Ana

Dima’s cave is a tech lover’s wet dream. His annoying fingers jab across the keys while I look around. There are screens set up in a straight line. I could watch every one of the sitcoms I use for social nuance at the same time. Nothing interesting pops up when I press the button on the side, unless I was a sick fuck and wanted to browse the chats of other sick fucks sharing links to abuse.

He has a filter on the chats so that anything referencing a boy with blood on his teeth is automatically sent to someone else. Weird freak. Ignoring his filtering, I scroll through them, hating how some of their non-child-molesting jokes are funny. If all the rape was taken out, it would read as though they’re normal friends sharing laughs and passing time. People are fucked up, the more normal they seem the worse their insides are.

Dumbass clears his throat and he’s less angry since I went to the hospital.

“Get dressed, I’ve got the link set up.”

He doesn’t call me annoying or take deep breaths anymore. Maybe he had a medical condition, he’s been diagnosed andreceiving treatment now. It would make sense with the abrupt change in his behavior.

I look down at my clothes when he keeps staring at me. I’m dressed in my usual outfit, there’s no reason for me to wear anything else when we’re basically watching TV. Seeing my confusion, he throws fabric at me, it’s black and too small to be anything other than a t-shirt. He doesn’t say anything, he grumbles like an animal while I harden at the fuckhead’s actions as I piece it together.

My tone is deadly, already planning how I’ll kill him if he even tries anything.

“I’m not fucking you.”

Disgust contorts his ugly face and voice. “My dick has shriveled up and died with the thought, don’t worry.”

I still don’t move, refusing to change who I am or have my body on show in front of the weird freak. It’s not down to comfort, I could run down the street naked and not care. He doesn’t get to tell me what to do, no one does because I’m free now.He rolls his seat back and turns the screen to face me, the rules have changed. Fucking assholes. They’ve added the new rule in big bold letters.

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