Page 3 of Intense
I slide my hand under the sheet and find the port. My fingers are slick with sweat. For a moment I just stand there, looking at his face. The sedation makes him look harmless. Almost peaceful.
But I remember everything, even if it was over thirteen years ago.
The back hallway. The smell of bourbon on his breath. The way he told me it was time I learned what men were willing to pay for.
A sob claws up my throat, but I swallow it.
Beep.
I press the plunger down slowly.
Beep.
His rhythm skips.
Beep.
And then the monitor screams.
Beeeeeeeep.
My heart is beating so fast I think I might faint, but I don’t look away. I want to see the moment he’s gone. I want to feel it.
I’m numb on the outside.
But inside, I’m alive. I’m free. Like a weight has been lifted.
He’s dead. He’s gone.
I’ll never get justice through the legal system. I just tried to forget. Who was going to believe a young stripper desperate for money over a rich predator? No one.
But none of that matters. My sacrifices paid off. I have the career I always dreamed of.
And now, I can serve justice myself.
Maybe, I’ve worked hard to get to this moment. My true calling.
Because it wasn’t just Mark who hurt me. There’s a trail of them littered around Pennsylvania.
And they all deserve to die.
Chapter 1
FINN
Present day…
Song- Psycho Killer, Talking Heads
Taking another drag of my cigarette, I lean on the railing. Eyes fixed on the target.
Currently he’s on floor ten of this high-rise. Doing some kind of home workout in his boxers.
Blinds up. Lights on. Fucking idiot.
You never know who is watching you from the shadows.
Should I let him finish working out or dancing? Whatever the fuck he’s doing, before I kill him?
