Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160041 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 800(@200wpm)___ 640(@250wpm)___ 533(@300wpm)
After all, Sunny Reed isn’t exactly known for her forgiving nature, and our entire family has already seen what she can do to people if they ever get in her way.
She will kill anyone who tries.
Not that I have any intention of stopping whatever it is she’s doing here. I just want to know … want to find out more about her… want to see what lies behind the silent killer …
Curiosity killed the cat.
But this cat is chasing another feline in a desperate attempt to find out why she disappeared.
And if that means putting myself in harm’s way—her way—then so be it.
Sunny
The moment the door handle is jiggled, I lower my mask, raise my gun, and wait.
The metal screeches as the door opens, and a man looks up at me.
“Don’t shoot.”
He slides the door open farther, carrying a body that has its hands tied together behind its back.
“I brought you what you wanted.”
I still click the safety off.
He shivers. “Don’t kill me. Please. I did what you asked.”
“Is he alive?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Prove it.”
“I drugged him with some of Perry’s stuff,” the man explains. “But he’ll wake up any minute now. You’ll see.”
He pulls him to the middle of the warehouse by his shirt, ripping it in the process as he dumps the guy in front of me. He kicks the guy a couple of times until a groan finally emanates from the body.
Good.
He looks up at me. “I did my part. Now please …”
I stare at him through the two round mesh holes in my black bunny mask, wondering if he can see the depth of my murderous cravings. If he even knows it’s me behind the mask.
If he knows I’ll eventually come for all of them.
“Fine. I’ll spare your boyfriend. Now get the fuck out of here,” I growl.
He nods a few times, then turns around and bolts out the door.
I am too forgiving, but I guess I’ll let him have his peace while it lasts. After all, this little toy will keep me busy.
I tuck my gun back into its holster and approach the guy left behind, his dirty, tattered shirt haphazardly pulled on in a rush, while he’s still in his underwear. This raggedy little shit got dragged out of his house while sleeping.
I smirk and kick him in the groin. “Wake up, bitch.”
He moans in pain and curls up into the fetal position. After a while, he finally mutters some words. “What happened? W-where am I?”
I bend my knees and grab him by the hair to tilt his head back. “In your own private hell. Welcome.”
His eyes are all droopy. “What?”
Still so drugged out. Pathetic.
I drop his head back down and circle his body. “You didn’t think I’d let you fuckers do whatever the hell you wanted, right?”
“What are you talking about? What’s going on?”
I tilt my head as a serene smile spreads on my face. “Paul, don’t play coy with me.”
He crawls away on hands and feet, wobbly as hell from all the drugs. “How do you know my name?”
“I know a lot of things about you,” I say, and I pull out two of my favorite knives and flick them open.
His eyes widen, and he shakes his head. “No, no, please don’t. I didn’t do shit.”
“No? You don’t work for a certain self-appointed… doctor called Carlo?” I muse.
His eyes widen, face turning white as snow.
I would’ve gone for Carlo himself, but he seems a bit tough to reach, so I’ll settle for one of his assistants for now. I’ll get to him eventually.
I tap the edges of the knives. “You only ever handed these to him so he can butcher young girls, but have you ever wielded them yourself?”
“What do you want from me?” he asks, his breathing growing more rapid with every second.
“Nothing, Paul, absolutely nothing,” I say, grinning. “Except your screams.”
I stomp on his leg with my heel, and he shrieks as I ram the knife into his abdomen.
“Fuck!” he squeals, vomiting all over himself.
“No, fuck you,” I say, smiling at the excruciating pain marring his face. “I’m going to have so much fun torturing you.”
Xavier
I hold the small window in the roof for dear life as I peer through it at the horrifying scene down below. Sunny just shot the man in all of his extremities to cripple him, while he bleeds out all over the concrete floor beneath him.
She stabs him in the belly again, and the cries that burst from his mouth reach even my ears. She aims at all the points that won’t cause immediate death, almost as if she wants her victims to be in intense agony. Every time her knife leaves his body, she steps away to watch him writhe on the ground, unable to escape her wrath.
She circles him like a lioness entranced by the suffering she’s caused, slicing his arms and legs occasionally to draw out more painful screams. And my God … I am enthralled.