Page 116 of Sinners' Appetite
“On what?”
“If that girl is still there, we need to make sure she doesn’t get hurt.”
Jeremy nods and we make our way into Paul’s yard, heading straight out back in hopes to find somewhere to gain access inside. To our surprise, the dumbass left his back door unlocked.
“I’ll go in first. Stay close behind me.”
I slowly open the door, rather pleased with the fact that it doesn’t make a sound. Nothing but darkness surrounds us, aside from the odd flash from a TV on the opposite side of the house. The smell of the house is nauseating, causing me to cover my nose as I make my way in further.
Creeping around the corner, I see a kitchen leading into the living-room where we see Paul passed out on the couch.
“This should be easy enough…” I whisper.
I scan the room, wondering where the woman is that he left with earlier. Since I don’t see her anywhere, I walk right over tothe couch and wrap my hands around Paul’s throat, forcing him to wake up within seconds.
“W-what the f-fuck?” he mumbles, barely able to speak.
“Good evening, Paul. Fancy seeing you again…” I grin.
“Who a-are you?”
I tighten my grip around his neck, hoping it won’t take too long for him to pass out. When he finally does, I roll him to the floor, his limp body making a loud thump against the hardwood flooring.
“What now, boss?” Jeremy asks from the doorway.
“Find me a chair. We’re gonna tie him to it and wait for him to join us again.”
Not long after Jeremy leaves the room, he comes back with a wooden chair. “Will this do?” he asks.
“That’s perfect.”
He sets it down and I motion for him to come help me drag Paul over to it. Once we get him seated, I pull a section of rope out of my pocket and secure his limbs to the chair. I then reach for the jack knife I brought with me, flipping it open and pressing it into the skin along his jawline.
“Good God, Paul… you’re one ugly motherfucker.” I sigh as I grab a fistful of his hair, forcing his head back.
“That’s not very nice,” Jeremy laughs, folding his arms over his chest.
When the knife gets closer to the main artery in his neck, I stop. As much as I want to get this done and get back to our girls, killing him right now would be a waste of time.
Instead, I pull back and then plunge the knife into his upper leg, jerking him awake and screaming in seconds. The second he looks down and sees his blood spewing out from the wound, his head falls forward and he passes out.
“Awe, that’s cute… He’s scared of his own blood.”
“Hey, don’t judge. I’m the same way. I can’t stand seeing my own blood.”
“Ridiculous…” I reply, trying so hard not to laugh.
Reaching down, I slap the side of Paul’s face as hard as I can so he wakes up again.
“There he is… We lost you for a second.” I chuckle, squeezing his chin in my hand as he looks up at me with raw fear in his eyes. “Wanna tell us where the girl is?”
He shakes his head. “W-what girl?”
“Don’t play stupid, Paul. We’ve been watching you all day. We know you brought her here. Where the fuck is she?”
He nods his head toward a door in the hallway. “She’s…in there. I-I didn’t hurt her.”
Without hesitation, Jeremy makes his way over, gagging profusely as soon as he cracks the door open.
