Page 101 of Saints and Sinners

“Each day that goes by without any results,” he continues his little fucked up speech, “Two more cuts will be added, and they will be deeper and longer than the day before. Oh, and that will be after I reopen the older ones.”

Using his hand, he pushes my sweaty hair back from my wet face, but I shake my head, trying to remove his touch. He grips my jaw, making it feel like he's about to crush it, “Be a good fucking bitch; otherwise, you will get more than two cuts each day!” He then makes it, so I have to look into the camera, “Look at her! She's a pathetic fucking mess,” he addresses the camera, “I look forward to wrecking her, so if I were you, I’d get my ass in gear. Tick tock...time is being wasted.”

Shoving my face away, he walks over and turns the camera off. The television screen goes black, and that's when I vaguely see a silhouette walk up behind me. Excruciating pain streaks across the back of my head, and everything goes dark once again.

THIRTY-THREE

Oakley

Iwake up to my phonebeeping, telling me I have a message. I glance at the time and see that it’s just after seven. My first class isn’t until nine, but I might as well get up now since I’m already up. So, reaching over, I grab my phone and start going through my messages, leaving a video message that I received for last.

Finally, clicking on the video, I have to adjust my eyes because I think I’m seeing things. Sitting up, I zoom in on the video, and the whole world disappears as I watch the female tied to a chair being sliced open by some psycho. The female looks an awful lot like my Kitty Cat.

I turn the volume up and can hardly believe what I see and hear. It’s got to be some fucking sick joke, right? Kitty Cat is with Jett; it’s where she stayed last night. That has to be someone who just looks like our Saint.

“I look forward to wrecking her...”

Those words continue running through my head as I jump from my bed and run for my door. Fynn meets me in the hall with his phone in his hand also. We both hurry to Jett’s room, and I turn the knob only to find it locked.

I pound on his door, “Open the fucking door, Jett!”

“Wait a minute,” Fynn moves his ear to the door, “Do you hear that?”

I understand what Fynn is talking about when I place my own ear against the door. I hear what sounds like a muffled call for help coming from the other side of the door, and I don’t waste any more time. Using my shoulder, I ram it into the door, which slams open, breaking the entire frame.

“Whoa, dude...what the fuck?” Fynn stops in his tracks and cracks a small smile, but then realization dawns on him, and his eyes widen before coming over to the bed. I came straight over and started working on taking the ball gag off.

“What the fuck happened, Jett?” I growl, “Did you seriously think that letting her cuff you was a good idea?”

“Fuck you, man! The little vixen gave me Date Rape Rob’s pills...she fucking drugged me!”

I stop what I’m doing and stare at him, “Are you fucking serious?”

“Fuck yes, I’m serious!”

It’s my turn to crack a smile, “Maybe she does have what it takes to be our Lady.”

---