Page 146 of Sinister Legacy
“Now,” King snarls, grabbing me in a brutal chokehold. “Who wants to play a little game?”
I’m fucking in awe of Keira, dressed in Madison’s devil’s mask, when she walks back down the stairs holding the spare devil’s mask that Ava tore off upstairs. She holds it out for me, and I accept it with a slight tilt of my lips and pull it on.
Ava is tied up in the armchair, and her pathetic, weak screams mix with her uncontrollable crying to create a symphony of horror in this small, remote, two-story house in the middle of fucking nowhere—a serial killer’s dream.
Keira walks up to Madison, deliberately leaving Ava for last, wanting her to watch Madison beg for her life before my girl carves her up like a pig.
Applying pressure with the blood-soaked towel pressed to my stomach, I sit on the couch, studying Keira closely. She moves with the lethality of a panther, the sinister nature of the most notorious serial killers in the country, and the deadly grace of a woman who knows her worth.
Keira is finally coming to fruition, accepting her own destructive nature. It’s a sight to behold. “Look what I found when I rooted through the storage cupboard in the hallway.” She swings a rusty axe, biting down on her bottom lip. “Someone likes to chop wood.”
My cock stirs at the slightly crazed quality of her voice. Keira is in her element, and I’m fucking lucky to get to call her mine.
“I bet that hand hurts. It looks sore,” she taunts, pretending to swing at Madison’s arm, who lets out a scream that hovers between a sob and a shriek.
“Please, no, I’m sorry.”
“It’s a little too late, don’t you think?” Keira aims for her arm once more, laughing under her breath. “Besides, I should thank you. I’m like a fucking kid in a candy store.”
With the axe clutched in her hand, she turns around, grips the back of the couch, and leans over me. She rips our masks off and slams her lips to mine. Her kiss is maddeningly possessive, driving me to the brink of hell and back. I want to burn in her wild flames. Feel them melt away my flesh. “You wanna take some photographs, babe?” she whispers into my mouth before sinking her teeth into my lip and licking away the blood rushing to the surface. She’s so fucking sexual when she’s in her element, and I’m in for a hell of a ride later if I don’t die of blood loss first.
She disappears, much to my disappointment, only to return with a Polaroid camera.
I chuckle with surprise. “Where did you find this old thing?”
“It’s an old house with lots of old things,” she replies, directing her focus back to her helpless, terrified prey. “Now, where were we?” Dragging a line with the axe’s rusty blade between the swell of Madison’s tits, all the way down to the apex of her thighs, she drawls, “You know, in this country—one of the very few with the death penalty in the western world—we like to say, ‘An eye of an eye.’ It sounds so fucking poetic when we dole out justice, but in reality, it’s just an excuse for monsters like me to rectify our actions. A good one, I might add. Especially since I had to wake up to a fucking decapitated head on my pillow. That wasn’t nice, Madison.”
I snap a photograph while she points the axe at a terrified Ava. “Jasper was your friend. He was King’s friend, too. While I am the devil’s daughter, I do happen to like King a lot. And when you hurt the king, his queen retaliates. I’m sure you’re familiar with the rules of chess. The queen is the most important player. I think I’m going off on a tangent. Where was I? Chess? Crazy killers? Blah, blah, blah. Let’s just fucking chop the arm off.” She swings, and I press the button on the camera just as the axe embeds itself in the coffee table.
“Oh, shit,” Keira blurts, jumping back when Madison’s arm severs, the hand still nailed to the worn wood. “Holy fuck,” she exclaims with a crazed laugh, unbothered by the screaming in the room. “Did you see that, babe?” she asks me. “Oh, please, fuck, tell me you got that.”
The photograph slides out of the camera, and I wave it in the air. “I’ve got you, babe.”
Keira’s eyes glitter with excitement. Slipping past me, she returns with a torn bed sheet and sets to work tying a tourniquet. “We don’t want you to die just yet, Madison. The night is young. Well…” She peers at me over her shoulder. “My boyfriend is bleeding out so maybe we do need to hurry this up.”
Groaning a laugh, my head lolls on the couch. “Wouldn’t want to deny you of your kill.”
“I forgive you,” she says, dropping the bloodied axe on the couch and kneeling between my legs.
Raising the camera, I snap a picture of her beautifully haunted face.
“We’re both insane, and maybe we belong in an asylum somewhere. I don’t care about the pictures or the stalking. What matters is that you found me. Youchasedme. You helped me discover my full potential.”
My throat bobs, and I stare down at her as she rests her cheek on my thigh and lets her eyes flutter closed, her dark lashes fanning her pale skin.
“Finish this,” I whisper, brushing her blonde, blood-streaked hair off her brow. “And once I’m stitched up, I’ll chase you through the woods until your lungs burn and your legs threaten to give out.”
Propping her chin on my thigh, her sky-blue eyes slay me. “I need you to hurt me for being a bad girl. I shouldn’t give in to my darkest desires like this.”
“I’ll hurt you,” I promise as she leans in, snatching up my index finger with her teeth before sucking it clean of my blood.
Looking up at me and releasing it with a pop, she rises to her feet and grabs the axe before whispering in my ear, “I love you, King Knight.”
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My eyes flutter open, instantly landing on Keira by my hospital bedside. She has changed into clean clothing and sits wrapped in a gray blanket. The beep of machines fades out when her lips spread into a blinding smile that sets my soul alight. She’s my downfall. My demon masquerading as a beautiful angel.
“You’re awake.”
