Page 88 of Property of Necro
Why didn’t they say goodbye?
I said something wrong, didn’t I?
Dark slides into the driver’s seat and starts the car. He says something, but I don’t pay attention as every part of me shrivels and dies.
It’s slow.
Agonizing.
And I wish it were real.
That my heart would stop beating in my chest.
That my lungs would stop drawing air.
I don’t want to do this anymore.
Enough is enough.
Chapter
Twenty-Five
Grippingthe bars of my cage until my knuckles turn white, I slam my chest into the steel and damn near crack my ribs. “What did you do?!” I snarl at Necro, spittle flying from my lips.
What was needed,he signs, looking worse for wear.
Not good enough.
“I’m going to kill you.” Shoving an arm through the bars, I reach for Necro to rip his throat out and come up a few inches short.
Ignoring my fury like he’s seen it a million times before, the fucker gestures to someone I can’t see down the hall. Creature emerges from the darkness with Tiffany in tow.
Her eyes light up when she notices me and practically skips to my jail cell.
Two brothers crowd my door as Necro opens it just enough for Creature to shove Tiffany inside. Not reading the room, the dumb woman throws her arms around my shoulders and melts against me like I’m her long-lost love.
Fuck that.
I grip her hair and rip her from my body like she’s diseased.
I don’t want her touching me.
Not like that.
Never again.
She yelps as I shove her onto her knees and push her face against the floor. Puffs of dirt float into the air as she breathes. “Don’t fuckin’ move,” I order, lining up behind her. I make quick work of my jeans, shove them down my thick thighs, and slam into her barely damp core. Body pitching forward from the force, the bitch screeches in a mixture of pleasured pain, and I can’t seem to give a goddamn about any of it as I fuck every ounce of fury into her disgusting cunt.
Necro leans his shoulders against the cell across from mine, watching.
“Is this what you wanted?” I snarl and slap her ass so hard I know it’ll bruise.
He says nothing.
She moans. Fake? Real? Who the fuck knows?
Gathering Tiffany’s hair in one hand, I wrap her locks around my fist and pull until she cries, “Please! Stop!”
