Total pages in book: 181
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 181613 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 908(@200wpm)___ 726(@250wpm)___ 605(@300wpm)
I snort. “You’re right about that…”
His eye twitches. “We’ll see if you’re still laughing like that when I’m done with you.”
He pulls out a knife and jams it right into my thigh, and I howl in pain.
He chuckles. “That’s more like it, Torres. Cry like a little bitch!”
He pulls out his phone and snaps a picture of me, the blinding light making me squint. “There. For keepsake, after I’ve pulled your brains out of your ass.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
THWACK!
He hits me in the stomach, and I groan as more spit and blood roll off my tongue and onto the floor.
He chucks the bat away. “You think you have the moral high ground here?” Silas growls as his fingers squeeze around my throat, suffocating me. “You’re a fucking murderer who deserves nothing but hell. So let me fucking give it to you.”
He pulls the knife out only to carve up a piece of my chest, leaving a bloody trail in his wake. My nails dig into the wood of the armrests I’m strapped to, to keep the screams at bay.
“How long do you think you can last against me, hmm? Two hours? Five?” He keeps carving, leaving scars everywhere he goes, like he’s marking me. “I can draw this out for however long I want to see you bleed.” His teeth grind together. “Just like you let my fucking sister bleed after you.”
Finally, he releases my throat, and I suck in a breath. “I didn’t make her do anything.”
“You fucking pushed her off the cliff and killed her!” he roars. “And after I’m done with you, I will throw you off that same fucking cliff so you can taste her fucking blood like you wanted!”
He punches me in the face, and my nose bleeds profusely. But I still laugh my way through the pain.
“What’s so fucking funny?!” he yells, grabbing my throat again. He squeezes so hard I can barely even think straight. “Cat caught your fucking tongue?” He puts the knife against my lips. “Maybe I should slice it out.”
Between his squeezes, I manage to breathe out, “Do. It.”
His eyes narrow again as the knife inches closer and closer. “Why are you so eager to die, Torres? You wanna meet death so badly already?”
“Nothing you do can hurt me more than I already hurt myself,” I reply.
He snorts and shoves me back, circling the room. “Can’t believe you hit me with an empty platitude.”
“Not a platitude. It’s the truth.”
“You think you know what pain is?” he shouts back halfway across the room, pointing the knife at me. “You think you know what it’s like to watch the strongest woman you have ever known crumple right in front of you because her daughter is dead?”
I swallow.
I can’t change what happened, and I know what I did was wrong.
But I can’t sit here and lie any longer.
“I didn’t kill her.”
“Stop lying!” he yells, storming at me to shove the knife under my throat. “Admit it. Fucking admit that you murdered Mavis in cold blood. Say it to my face how you wanted her to die.”
“And then what?”
“So eager to prove me wrong on how long I can torture my victims …” He scoffs. “You think this is my first time?”
“No.”
“Then what makes you think it’s smart to lie to my face?”
Blood rolls down my neck. “I didn’t kill her. She fell.”
“Again with the fucking lies …”
“You want the fucking truth? All right, here it is. We made a fucking pact to jump together,” I say.
“Why the fuck would she do that?” he snarls.
“Because we were both in love with someone who didn’t love us back, and she decided she was going to start over and stop yearning.”
“What? That makes zero sense,” he replies. “Who the fuck would she be in love with—”
“Your buddy Heath,” I fill in.
It takes a few seconds for it to finally land with him. “No way. She would never—”
“They were together constantly.”
“She wasn’t into him!”
“Says who?” I retort. “You? You think she told you everything?”
He steps back, disdain on his face. “You’re lying. You’re trying to get into my head.”
I shake my head. “It’s the truth.”
“Then why the fuck is she dead?”
“Because I couldn’t fucking jump, that’s why!”
He laughs. “Bullshit.”
THWACK!
Another punch hits me right in the face.
“Fuck you. Fuck you for killing my sister. And fuck you for lying about it.”
I chuckle. “Fine, then don’t believe me. Become the killer you accuse me of being.”
THWACK!
“Fuck you. I’m protecting my family and getting my revenge.”
I snort. “Protecting? This is what you call protecting?”
“At least I’m protecting my other sisters from the likes of you,” he says, spitting on me again.
He punches me again and again, but all I do is laugh.
If I can’t win this fight, then neither can he.
“What are you fucking laughing about?” he screams in my face.