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“Sexual assault of a minor.”

My head turned so quickly to my right that it made an audiblecrack. “The fuck?”

Mira nodded. “She’s accused of molesting her seven-year-old niece. Evidence is circumstantial enough that the judge allowedher to be put on house arrest instead of in jail to wait for her day in court.”

The disgust in Mira’s voice was inconsequential compared to the amount running through my soul. What the fuck?

My temple was starting to throb again. “What the fuck is the good news then?”

“Roberts, Renfrew, and Steiner are currently waiting in interrogation for you.”

I stood up, rage warring with anticipation. I walked up to Holly Marteen’s photo on my board and pulled it down. “Excellent.”

It was time to get some fucking answers.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Holly

My timeline was drawingnear to an end. With the addition of Alicia and Jerald, four out of five of my cells were once again filled. That was fine, since I knew the police would soon have the rest in protective custody. I would spend the next few days with these four and then I would collect the last ones.

Alicia’s fear of getting fat had been a difficult torture to come up with, and I honestly had been a bit disappointed that I hadn’t been able to come up with anything other than fat mirrors like what are found at a carnival, but I was rather pleased by her horror-filled reaction to them.

If Jerald Kelly had confided in me about his micro-penis in high school, I would not have made fun of him or thought him less of a man. Personally, I thought there was nothing wrong with anyone’s body, regardless of what society said theyshouldlook like. But that wasbeforeJerald had participated in my rape. He might not have stuck his cock inside of me, but he was just as complicit.

Therefore, I hadnoqualms about sticking his baby-dick in a cock cage and refusing to allow him to keep his underwear as I had the others. I wanted them to see what he was ashamed of, what he’d spent thousands of dollars trying to ‘fix’.

If he wanted the cock cage off, he had to step into my cell.

My choice to put a cock cage on him had nothing to do with sex or arousal and everything to do with his personal shame. Jason, however, was very much enjoying the sight of Jerald’s dick in the cage. If Jason wanted to act on that, I could care less, but I did not want to be around to see it.

Hannah was currently in my cell with Spanish boots on. I had been feeling whimsical and had painted the boots red to make them like clown shoes. I’d promised her that she could take off the boots if she came into my cell, but then she’d tried to use the metal boots to kick me. So now she was strapped to my table with a heater under the metal boots while I tattooed clown makeup rather poorly onto her face. Straps kept her head, chin, and neck from being able to move in addition to the ones securing her limbs to the table.

I’d shoved one of Jason’s dirty socks into her mouth when she wouldn’t stop screaming.

In the background, I could hear the homosexual safe-sex tutorial video that was on repeat in Roman’s cell. I remembered him in high school, always the bully but crueler to those who were gay or he thought were gay.

Jason came into my cell.

“They’ll know my name by now,” I told him. “We can get rid of Sam.”

Since Sam was the only body we hadn’t gotten rid of yet, he knew who I was talking about. “Was planning on doing that tonight.”

I nodded, going back to tattooing Hannah’s face. I really was an awful artist. The mirror over Hannah’s face helped her to see my work.

“You want to tell me about last night?”

I paused, lifting the ink gun. “What about last night?”

“You said you weren’t going to meet him at the club and then you snuck out to meet him anyway.”

I rolled my eyes, turning back to Hannah. “I didn’t ‘sneak out’. Don’t be so paranoid. He called late and said he could meet me, so I went. I thought you were asleep so I didn’t say anything. Besides, I’m an adult and don’t need your permission to leave our apartment.”

“You don’t,” he agreed. “But you do need a reality check when it comes to him.”

I turned off the gun, putting it on the table next to me so I could turn towards Jason. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Break it off, Hols. You’re getting too attached.”

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