Page 90 of Monster
“Wake up, you lying bitch.”A brutal slap across my face causes my eyes to snap open and my gaze darts all around me before landing on the monster in front of me. Vincent is casually leaning against a tree with the most malicious smile gracing those beautiful, evil lips.
“Fucking took you long enough. I was starting to get bored.” He flippantly waves his hand around and my brows draw together as I continue to stare at him in silence. My nose aches and I can feel the dried blood pulling at my skin, annoying the fuck out of me. Worse than that, my throat burns, and I find myself heaving as a sudden wave of nausea comes over me.
My body instinctively tries to bend over in case I vomit, but something cold bites into my arms. I dart my gaze above my head. Chains wrap intricately around my wrists and forearms before disappearing to the other side of the tree. Confusion washes over me as I try to piece together what’s going on.
I realize I’m able to turn my head from side to side so I turn to the left, twisting my neck up as high as I can to try to get a better view. I don’t see anything, so I turn to the right and peer at the tree at my back. Again, I don’t see anything, so I begin to face forward again when the smallest, most miniscule thing catches my attention.
Red.
Bloodred. On the bark right above my head.
Red I recognize all too fucking well.
“Vincent,” I wheeze out. “What—what is going on?” I pant as I try to breathe through the nausea and pain enough to focus. I fucking hate how most of the time, pain centers me and gives me what I need, but at times like this, when I trulydon’twant it, it fucking devours me and makes everything so goddamn hard.
Fuck, the gun.
I bring my gaze down to my midsection where I had the gun in my pocket, but even chained to a tree, I can see my pocket is empty.
Vincent laughs a deep, full belly laugh, actually bending at the waist from the sheer force of it. “Fuck, that was funny,” he laughs again, and I swear I have never felt more confused in my entire fucking life. I yank on my arms to see if they will move, but of course they don’t fucking budge. Vincent definitely knows how to tie someone up.
His entire tone changes from humorous to fucking deadly in a matter of seconds. “If you’re looking for this,” he states as he grabs the gun out of the back of his waistband before tossing it to the ground several feet away, “I have it. Sneaky bitch you are. You act so fucking innocent, like you don’t know exactly what you fucking did.”
“What is going on?” I repeat as I try to yank on the chains again. I can feel the panic rising, swirling around and swallowing me fucking whole.
“What’s going on is you’re gonna die, baby doll. See, I never thought the day would come because for some fucking reason,” he taps his index finger on the end of his chin as he shifts from leaning against the tree, to standing at his full height. He towers over me as he moves closer. His jaw is clenched tight. It looks chiseled out of the most beautiful marble and even in this fucked up moment, I want to run my fingers along his skin. To feel him. To know this is actually real.
“For some reason, I have never been able to do it. You were too fucking good. But now I know the truth? The truth has changedeverything,and I want nothing more than to shove this blade so far into your beautiful fucking neck, it sticks out the other side.
“I’m going to watch the life drain out of you, bit by bit, minute by minute, until there is nothing left of the beautiful liar you are.”
