Page 73 of Property of Necro
“No way,” I snarl. “There’s no fucking way.”
Still smirking, Rot looks to Coffin. Something dark and suspicious passes between the brothers. Before I realize what’s happening, Coffin bear hugs me to his chest and picks me up off the floor, leaving my feet dangling. Rot rushes in and plunges a needle full of lava into my ass cheek.
“Ah! I hate you both!” I thrash in the giant asshole’s arms and attempt to kick him in the shin with my bare toes as my vision goes wonky. In a last-ditch effort to save my life, I sink my teeth into Coffin’s pec and bite down as hard as I can.
Ha! Take that, bitch.
I swear I hear a chorus of bullshit apologies, and there’s definitely a kiss pressed to the side of my head before every muscle goes limp and my world blacks out.
Fuck my fucking life.
These men are dead.
D.E.A.D.
Chapter
Twenty-Two
Bouncingon the balls of my feet, I shake out my shoulders and crack my neck to loosen up.
Alright.
Let’s do this.
Bring ‘em to me.
My fingers itch to get this over with. Flexing them down at my sides, I open and close my fists—little bits of dried blood flake off my skin, raining debris across the smooth, concrete floor.
I know, gotta give ‘em time. The brothers are gettin’ things ready. New victim. New room. New setup. Same shit. Different day.
“Hey, Prez, you wanna rinse off? Maybe change your clothes?” Creature asks from the doorway, givin’ me plenty of space to breathe.
I shake my head.
I don’t need to rinse off the blood.
It’ll all fall offin time.
It always does.
I don’t need new clothes.
These are fine.
Nobody gives a fuck what I wear.
Nobody gives a fuck who I am.
They only care that I kill.
That I… release.
I need it.
My Soul’s green eyes flash before me, etched in worry.
No. She can never see this side of me.
