Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 475(@200wpm)___ 380(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
I bite my bottom lip as someone in a hoodie walks into the frame. From their build and height, I’m assuming it’s a male. This guy must know precisely where he has to be since they’ve been led into the prime position to be caught by the camera. Do they all know they’re being recorded? In my personal experience, not usually. The guy’s hood is pulled low, and he’s careful not to face any of the cameras directly, which definitely implies he knows what’s happening.
The two women, however, seem to relax at the sight of him, meaning they most likely know him. And Makayla approaches him flirtatiously, but he holds out a hand to stop her. I then question if this is some twisted sexual fantasy being recorded. It wouldn’t be the first one I’ve seen.
Makayla reaches out and plays with the shoulder strap of the other woman’s dress, and the woman seems unsure as she looks back toward the door. But the man says something to her and steps forward as if to reassure her. Makayla doesn’t seem happy by the exchange.
My hands are covering my mouth, and I gasp before what’s about to happen hits me. With lightning speed, he slices the woman’s throat. The woman grabs her neck with one hand, the other reaching out to Makayla, whose expression I can’t see from this angle.
Snatching my phone from the arm of the couch, I press call. She needs to get the fuck out of there. Whatever is happening is bad. I change to a different camera, but I still can’t capture the face of the man in the hoodie.
The woman with the slit throat drops to her knees, and that’s when I see Makayla’s expression as her friend bleeds all over the floor, gasping for her last breath. She’s smiling as if she didn’t just watch her friend get murdered. Wait. Did she lure her into this?
Makayla pulls her phone from between her tits and frowns at it. She flicks her hair over her shoulder as she answers.
“Don’t answer,” I hear the male say as Makayla says at the same time, “Oh, so you want to speak to me today.”
“You need to leave,” I tell her. I don’t know what the fuck is happening right now, but I do know she’s in danger and clearly out of her mind on fucking drugs to have any part of this. I might not agree with her recent actions, but I know this isn’t the type of woman she is. Well, at least that’s what I thought.
“What are you talking about?” she says, looking around. That’s when the man in the hoodie reaches for the phone, disconnects the call, and throws it to the ground. She doesn’t seem fazed. If anything, she’s acting like he’s asserting dominance, so they have time to themselves.
I watch in horror, realizing she was the lure, and I can’t look away as the feeling sinks deeper that this is all types of wrong. What the fuck am I watching?
She begins to remove her dress for the man who’s still standing in front of her, holding the knife. Wearing only heels, she spins to show him her ass and bends over as if trying to seduce him. When she straightens, he approaches her from behind, squeezing her tit with a gloved hand. She smiles, satisfied. And still because of the angle, I can’t see his face.
Why is she doing this? And why the fuck am I even watching? I’m so confused by the situation and the fact that she’s completely naked as one of her friends lies on the floor in a pool of blood.
I choke on air as the man brings the knife to Makayla’s throat and slices.
Makayla pauses, shocked, and it takes a moment for her hands to lift to cover her throat as she tries to step away, but the person behind her keeps her close. He whispers something in her ear, and when she turns, I can finally see a glimpse of their face, only to realize they’re wearing a knitted mask, as well. This person is careful not to be identified.
He releases her, and she falls forward on her hands and knees, one hand landing at the edge of red, pooling around her friend. She slips, and as she does, her other hand leaves her throat, and more blood pours to the floor.
And then she collapses.
I gasp, looking for air I hadn’t known I wasn’t taking. She falls into the pool of blood, dead. Waves of panic roll over me, but I’m quick to let my analytical mind take over, thinking with rationality. All I know is I’m meant to send this video to get my money. Was this targeted? Do they know my connection with Makayla, or was it entirely random? It has to be random because I know my identity is completely concealed. Right now, all I know for a fact is Makayla and another woman have just been killed, and her last phone call was from me.