Page 28 of Fragmented Illusions
Correction, I havetwostalkers. Twomurderingstalkers. Who want toplaywith me.
You were perfectly fine with them wanting to play with you the other night, Fallon.The voice inside of my head snickers tauntingly at me.
“That was different!” I whisper-shout at the voice, almost uncaring if I’m heard.
This cannot be happening.
Ping.
My eyes automatically fall to my phone on the floor at the sound, and I force myself to lean down and pick it up.
Unknown: answer me now or you’re going to regret ignoring me.
My hands shake as I try to formulate a response quickly when another one comes through almost immediately.
Unknown: You’re not allowed to ignore us, pretty girl. Bad things will happen if you do.
The tone of the text changes drastically from one to the next but it’s not like that exactly matters when either way, I’m being threatened. It takes me seven tries to type out a single word because of how badly my hands, fingers, and even my veins are shaking.
Me: Okay.
I hit send before I can think much more and throw my phone on my bed next to me. I stare down at it as I wait for it to go off again, but it doesn’t.
And for some very,verystupid, completely unexplainable reason, my heart sinks at that.
Chapter Eight
Solomon
Spencer is my brother. My partner in every way that matters.Theonly person that matters.
Sex has never done much for me. I only make an effort when my body pushes to overcome my most primal urges—to kill—and even then, the action is purely physical. My head is never in it; except with Spence.
I never fuck anyone, either. The need or even the want to, simply isn’t there. When I get the rare urge, I wrap my hand around my cock and stroke until I feel my cum spill over my fingers. Sometimes Spence pleads with me to be the one to get me there, and every once in a great while, I indulge his needs.
And I must admit, when his warm hand is on my hard length, stroking me, trying so hard to make me feel…
I do feel something. A jolt of… I don’t know. But it’s the only thing that has ever felt good other than when I take someone’s life. There is nothing that can top that.
Killing someone—watching the life drain from their eyes—gives me the best kind of release. Especially when the women share similarities to our mother.
They don’t always, but every once in a while, Spencer and I will get particularly lucky and find a very special one.
Only this time, the one we find is the closest to her I have ever seen, and yet, I don’t want to watch the life drain out of her. I find myself wanting to watchhertake someone’s life. To stare into her blue depths and chase the thrill through her.
I want her to be as lost as I am.
Spencer
Sol is keeping me on a tight leash with this girl. It’s annoying and I tell him every fucking chance I get.
“I don’t understand why you want to keep her alive after what she saw. It’s risky. And you don’t take risks, Sol. Not with this shit,” I remind him,again.
“Just shut up about it, Spencer. The decision has been made.” He continues to type away on his computer as he answers me. I grind my teeth together as I flip my balisong around my fingers, listening to the metal clink together as I twist my fingers.
“Yeah, and I don’t understand it, is what I’m saying. I mean, I get it—sort of. She looks a lot like Mother with her red hair and blue eyes, but that’s exactly the reason we should stick this knife in her gut and feast our eyes on her blood spilling from the gaping wound. Watch as her eyes widen in terror as the light in them slowly dims to nothing.
“It would be beautiful, to see her corpse lying at our feet. The best gift we’d ever receive; don’t you think, brother?” I halt my knife flipping to glance up at Sol. My brown hair falls onto my forehead and brushes against my brows. I swipe the tip of the blade through my hair to push it out of the way and I shudder as the cool blade runs across my skin.
