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He looks away and won’t meet my eyes. I want to take the words back, but I can’t.The damage is done.He gets quickly off his knees, wiping my taste across the back of his hand from his mouth, and moves to get dressed with his back turned to me.

FUCK.

“I’ll…I’ll go get them…now. Be easier…to explain…than the smell of bleach. They will think we killed another whore in here.” He doesn’t wait for my response, removing the chair, unlocking the door, and shutting it firmly behind him.

I rake my fingers through my hair, tugging on the strands until some of them tear from my scalp. I loathe how all our memories have been tainted. Most of all, I hate that I’ve inflicted pain upon him, the one person I have left.

Chapter 7

The Sinner

Dinah

Iobservethemthroughthe tiny camera I discreetly installed in Zeke’s room last night. They won’t discover it, thanks to Sammy’s exceptional skills—a talent forsaken by this wretched, regressive world.

In the old world, Sammy would have been at the top of his game as a master hacker, and a brutal enforcer—someone who could have been a billionaire in his own right, with the tech he designs and creates. Regrettably, in this desolate hellhole we call home, he’s relegated to the role of a mere guard despite his brilliance. A peasant to the order of the Brotherhood, like anyone not born into a founding family.

How I long to blow it all up.To ignite a blaze that engulfs all those who deem themselves superior, merely because their name is linked to a founding father who ravaged and plundered our world. The savages who decimated countries, lives, and people, without the slightest hesitation. My father was one of those men, and look at how they rewarded him.

As Zeke woke up, my excitement and anxiety warred with each other; at first, I thought he would be oblivious to the little present I had left him. The fucker was too busy stroking his morning wood to even notice the bloody fingerprints on the sheets next to him, or my scripture on the wall.

Disappointment threatened to tear through me as the minutes ticked on. My blood pressure rose with both annoyance and a hint of desire as he stroked his long, pierced cock in his fist, the tip dripping beads of creamy precum. The sight made my core clench despite my hate for the man. Even though it leaves a sour taste in my mouth, I can’t deny that he’s beautiful to look at. He always has been. It’s what’s underneath that facade that’s the problem.

Evil has many faces and ways to lure you, and Ezekiel Rothesay is the embodiment of all of them.He wasn’t always, my mind tries to whisper to me, and a flash of a young, bright-green-eyed boy grinning at me enters my mind.

Nope. That boy no longer exists. He perished under too many sins, and this demon was born in his place. I refuse to allow my mind to play tricks on me and convince me otherwise.

I watch with rapt attention as his movements suddenly stop. The blood on the sheets has finally caught his eye. He leans over and studies the red marks, rubbing one of his long fingers over the sheet. His head moves around, eyes surveying the room, and it doesn’t take him long before he notices the wall and jumps out of his comfortable bed in a panic. His cock long forgotten and no longer hard. A snicker leaves my lips, knowing I have killed his ardor. I plan to take away all his fun before I’m done.

“Is sleeping beauty finally awake? That fucker sleeps like the dead.” Sammy’s warm breath tickles along the back of my neck, making the hairs stand on end.

The sneaky asshole is always so silent when he moves. A panther, moving like silk through the air, stalking, ready to take down his prey. I didn’t even hear him coming. I would have never known he was in the room with me if it wasn’t for his delectable scent.Dangerous,my mind supplies.

“Finally woke up. I’m pretty sure I just took a few years off his life.” I shrug with pleasure as I watch Zeke call Abe on his phone and demand his presence.

I’m so happy that we decided to go with the cameras that have the ability to transmit sound. It does make them more dangerous to install, but it’s well worth the joy they are bringing me right now.

I need to hear the panic in their voices, not only see it on the screen. I knew the sound would be soothing to the rage that lives inside of me. The predator who wants her kill but also craves suffering.The monster we have become—the monster they have made us into.

We both watch as Abe storms into the room with annoyance. “What the fuck was so urgent I had to rush in here, fucker? I had my cock down Elizabeth’s throat!”Elizabeth? Is that one of the maids?I make a mental note to do research on who that is.

The sound is a bit muffled and low, but his disappointment at not getting his cock sucked is hard to miss.What a fucking brat.A spoiled prince throwing a tantrum.He wasn’t always like that.The thought whispers through my mind, trying to bring up images long better left in ashes. Despite my mind’s attempt at trying to humanize them, there will be no mercy offered to either of them. It’s only fair since they offered none when my family needed it.

Zeke ignores his tempestuous tone and continues to stare at the wall I left my message on. The psycho actually sniffed that wall to check if it was blood or paint. I’m not here for the party tricks, fucker. This is not a gag someone is pulling on you. I’m the real deal.

The blood I used to write on his wall is that of the last founding father I murdered. Bleeding him until I had enough to use for my messages, then decapitating him and setting him on fire while his sons watched, before ending their entitled lives, too.

He died with his miserable sins still stained on his lips. The agony and destruction I took out on his body, and that of his malicious sons, made my own blood sing in happiness for days. Vengeance not only for my own depraved needs, but for every single person that he has made suffer since the old world fell at his deceitful feet.More will die, just like he did, before I am done.

I know I should start to worry about how each kill is taking a little more of my soul every time. That soon enough, I will be as soulless as the ones I hunt.It’s worth it. Even if we lose ourselves, it will be worth it. This world needs a cleansing,my mind whispers.

“What the fuck is that?” Abe’s voice resonates through the air, a note of panic in its sound. It helps bring me back to the here and now, pulling me away from my own morose thoughts. I take my eyes off the screen to see the look of satisfaction cross Sammy’s face. His blue eyes sparkle like two large sapphires.He’s beautiful when he’s taking joy in others’ misery.

“A warning, I believe, from the ‘Unholy Ghost’. It would seem I have displeased him and put myself on his radar.“ Oh, bitch, you have done so much more than displease me. You have stirred the fires of hell inside my veins.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Zeke, that’s a threat. False prophets, what does that mean? Is this psycho calling the Order out? Is he talking about the founding fathers?” I watch as Abe pushes his fists through his thick, wavy hair, his caramel and brown eyes wide and going back and forth between the wall and Zeke’s stony face.

“Yeah, looks like the fucker is. I’m amused that he thinks we are raving wolves. Not a bad description.”

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