Page 44 of Heart of a Killer

His uncircumcised cock is at attention, and he holds it in his palm before climbing on top of me. I force myself to look away toward the wall, and this time my head moves. My brain is swirling when a sharp pain causes me to gasp as the doctor forces his way inside me. A deep groan leaves his lips.

“You know I hate this, Brie. I hate I have to do this to you,” he repeats profusely, but the way his body moves says he doesn’t seem too sorry about what he is doing at all. His breaths come faster, fanning over my face. Hot and oniony from his last meal. My stomach rolls from the smell, and I’m glad my face is turned away.

My eyes widen at the fact I can move my head. That’s never happened before.

There’s a black smoke in the corner that grows. Spots float in my vision. It forms into skeletal arms and legs, crouching, its head tilted to the side and all its teeth on display. This time it has little beady white eyes that have me scooting away from it on the bed, trying to put distance between me and the thing that haunts my waking dreams.

“Why are you moving, Brie? How?”

He sounds just as shocked as I feel by this revelation. I’ve never been able to move during one of his experiments before. He roughly digs his fingers into my hips to gain more control.

At the same time, the black, boney, winged figure leaps at my face.

A scream rips from my throat like knives coming up, cutting my mouth.

The doctor’s face is red, and he painfully squeezes my cheeks. I furiously throw my head side to side, trying to throw him off me to escape the nightmare closing in.

“Shut the fuck up, Brie. Shut up!” Dr. Benjamin seethes, and the pit in my stomach falls.

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Alex

Acid fills my nose, and the churning in my stomach continues. I look down at the chunks and bile before me. I’m on my hands and knees, still trying to process what happened.

Josh crouches down next to me. “I told you not to trust her.”

Skylar.

The way her eyes hardened and her teeth gritted in a look of triumph.

“She tried to kill you.”

“No, no, NO!” I yell, pounding my fist into the plywood floor with each word.

“She left you for dead like all the rest.”

“She wouldn’t!” I scream.

Who am I trying to convince? Josh or myself?

When I look up at Josh, his nose wrinkles, and he waves his hand in front of his face. “You fucking reek. You should probably get cleaned up before you go upstairs.”

Following Josh in a daze, I go to the bathroom and wash myself off, scrubbing at the vomit that coats my skin. The warm water releases some of the aches in my muscles. Once I’m done, I redress and meet Josh in the hallway.

“Much better. I can actually stand to be around you again.”

“Shut up,” I retort, walking past him.

I go up the stairs to check on Momma. Skylar asked me about her before I started to feel funny and everything went black. I don’t love Momma, but I want her around. I can’t stand to be left alone again.

When I reach the top of the stairs, the smell of feces hits me. I need to clean her up again. I really need to be better about taking care of her. The maggots I placed on her wounds need to be changed out too. The larvae help eat away the dead flesh and clean the wounds. Her nubs were starting to smell of rot last time I was here.

As I step into the room, though, Momma is sleeping. I touch her cheek, and she doesn’t move. Her face is cold and paler than usual.

“She’s dead, you fucking idiot,” Josh seethes in my ear.

He’s always protected me, but his protection goes to extremes, hurting me in the process as well. He’s teaching me how to be like him.

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