Page 191 of Intense
Her eyes go wide, the tears slipping down her cheeks.
“You’re punishing me for doing the same thing you do?” she spits back.
I let out a laugh that echoes around the room.
“No, love. That isn’t it. Answer the question.”
She closes her eyes, and I hit the button, shocking her again.
“Fuck. Fine!”
“He was my first boss at the strip club. The one who groomed me into being his prized possession. The one who ripped everything from me.” She all but screams the words.
The pain ripping through her.
I nod with a smirk.
“Good girl. Keep going, I want all the details.”
She lets out a shaky breath. The monitor is screaming and only fueling me to push harder. How far can I go?
At what point will I switch out of this? She can’t save me from myself now.
No one can.
“I saved his life on the operating table; I knew who he was. And then, I saw you in the locker room, and you said something along the lines that he was a sex trafficker and I let him live. I couldn’t stop thinking about the other girls he’s hurt or will continue to hurt. So I went back in, and I put air in his line.”
She’s speaking so fast she’s almost out of breath.
“How did it feel?” I ask.
“Freeing. Liberating. Really fucking good.”
Her eyes lock onto mine.
She’s just like me.
It’s haunting.
“And that’s why you didn’t stop? You like to play God? Is that what it is?”
She shakes her head.
“You think the justice system would care about a stripper? Really? And something from years ago? These men are more powerful than that. They’re like you. I let them manipulate me, I was stupid for that. I was desperate to be better than my parents.”
I grit my teeth, her words jabbing me in the heart.
That desperation is real, it’s fucking raw. I get it. None of these deaths bother me.
Except the one that put me in a cop car.
“They’re nothing fucking like me,” I spit back.
“You’re a fucking monster, Finn.”
Now that really gets me laughing.
“Coming from our very own resident Doctor Death.”
