Page 180 of Property of Necro
“Dead.”
“Wh-what…When? How? Ar-are you sure?” I prattle on, far too fast for my tongue to keep up. “What happened? How’d he die? When? How? Wait. I already asked that…”
I always wondered what had happened to Ted, but I was too much of a chicken to look or ask anyone else to do it. What if he wasn’t dead, and all those memories came flooding back? What if he was hurting someone else? What if he wasn’t? With his influence in the police department, there’s no telling what could happen. What if he found out I was looking into him and somehow traced it, then showed up and kidnapped me? I’d be dead. He almost killed me twice before. After leaving him, he would finish the job.
It’s over.
He’s gone.
Forever.
And I’m safe.
My shoulders deflate as I release a shuddery sigh.
He’s gone.
Ted is gone.
He’s… dead.
I… I can’t believe it.
Rot lifts a finger to give him a minute, and he gets up and jogs to my shed. He dips inside and returns, holding a glass specimen jar to his chest like the ones in Coffin’s trophy room.
“Get your ass back here, Coffin. Or you’ll miss it,” he yells, stopping before me and holding out the vessel. Inside, floatingin liquid is a…
I cover my mouth and gag.
Ew.
Ew.
Ew.
Ewwww.
“Is that…” I point, swallow thickly, and look away.
“It’s a dick. Yes. A severed cock, just for you. It’s small and wrinkly, but I added the eyes too. See.” Excited to show me the eyes, Rot spins the jar around. Sure enough, there they are—a set of eyeballs with no sockets. They’re dark brown and creepy.
Gross.
“Ted screamed like a little bitch,” Coffin announces as he rounds the coop to rejoin us.
“That’s Ted?!”
“Yep. It took us a while to track him down. But once we did, I paid him a visit,” he explains, stopping beside Rot.
“You did that?” I point to the jar without looking at it.
“Hell yeah, I did. I cut off his dick and his balls while he was still alive. He bled out. It was messy. It was three days of torture for him, but three days of bliss for me. I videotaped it, in case you ever want to watch, to get closure, or whatever.”
He videotaped it for me.
My stomach does that silly, swirly girl thing. “Wait. Last month… When you left for five days, I couldn’t get a hold of you.”
I was worried he was sleeping with someone else. Necro and Rot assured me that wasn’t the case, but Coffin wasn’t taking my calls, and I’d wanted to talk tohim. I hate when he leaves for more than a day at a time. Our home feels empty without him.
