LOGINMy black dress was all bloodied when I straightened up with the crocodile shears at exactly the two-hour mark since we got here.Colt stood up for the first time, walked over and stopped beside me as we started down at Norio’s dick.“Looks like a circumcision.” His voice was low as his eyes took in the pale, flayed flesh on the now unconscious Norio. He had passed out one minute in. “That’s one neat job,” Colt said, and I turned to see him watching me. I stepped back, suddenly weirded out and uncomfortable in this attic, with the rising sun showing every detail of the white room.The entire place was painted purely in white, and even the floors were white marble, which made the tiniest hints of color visible. And right now, there were more than hints of red.There was blood and goo everywhere, squishy on the plastic sheeting covering the floor, sticky and clinging to every torture tool I used, and even my gloves. I walked away from Colt, peeling my gloves off.I did not need to as
OLIVIA My eyes darted towards Colt to gauge how impressed he was, but his face was dark and guarded, the way it had been since that basement.I missed the old Colt whose eyes mirrored his emotions. Norio continued to shriek at the scrambling rodents locked in his steel suit, as I made another trip to the work table. There, my hand rummaged through the wood and leather box, and closed around a blow torch with a large nozzle.“Ho, ho.” Norio screamed wide-eyed, “Don’t bring that near me. Please don’t.”I could have spat. How much more of a hypocrite could one person be? It had not even been seventy-two hours since I was in his position, screaming for mercy as he and Dean treated me like beasts.“Fuck you.” I closed on him and turned the torch on. Blue flames leaped out, licking at the steel of the suit and the rodents went crazy, squeaking, continuous thuds as they bumped against the suit, trying to flee the heat.This went on for several minutes, until Norio lost his voice from scr
The look in Olivia’s eyes showed that she understood I meant every word of that sentence. She gave me a nod. I stepped aside, and my hand made a sweeping motion covering the attic, inviting her to start anywhere she deemed fit.She turned away from me, and I went to sit on a couch, smirking at Norio, who was still cursing and huffing at us. I winced as I relaxed against the couch, my eyes finding Olivia again, who was now browsing the display wall, like she was in a supermarket aisle.Her eyes were focused, and the moment one end of her lip lifted in a smirk, I knew she had decided. But then her hand stopped on an item I was least expecting.She unhooked the metal bodysuit and the lead sprinkler, returning to this section of the attic where a tied-up Norio was sitting opposite me.Her silence was thrilling, her face tightly set but blank as Norio mellowed, and his eyes began to take on a worried look. She dropped the suit with a loud metal chunk on the floor before him, and turned
“You’ll forgive me for tasking you one last time.” I said, pulling the passenger door open. “But you have to give me what I want.” I whispered as she climbed out of my car.Her eyes met mine and her skin flushed. “Can you do that?” I stared into those beautiful violet eyes.“Yes,” she whispered, and I got a faint whiff of her wetness. I smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek. When I stepped back, she had a confused look. But I nodded reassuringly, took her hands and led her towards my front door. Axel stirred awake when I pushed the mahogany wood door open, and his eyes journeyed to the tree-shaped clock, with hands pointed to the 4 and 0 labeled branches. “About time, man.” He stood up with a frown, and walking up to me, he grabbed the left lapel of my jacket, pushing it back even though I tried to shrug him off. “Good.” He nodded at my reddened gauze. “Ghosts don’t bleed.” And Olivia snickered beside me. Axel turned to her now, kissed her left cheek, and her right, and then le
“Dean told me you’ve got schizophrenia.” Olivia’s voice sliced through the quiet of the car, and impaled my heart like an arrow. Luckily, my foot was quick to slam on the brake as my hands forcefully steered our car left, to the side of the road. A truck honked past us on the mostly empty road, and my hands fell off the steering wheel as I turned to her.We silently stared at each other for another second.“You believed that?” My heart was breaking at the memory of how terrified she was of me that day in the ladies room. How she looked at me like I would attack her any moment, and chop her limbs up.And it hurt me to think she would believe such a thing. I guess we will always be strangers after all. The teenager who humiliated her in public, who she couldn't blindly trust, especially when he wasn’t there to defend himself.I had just taken my foot off the brakes when she said, “Won’t you even ask me why?” Her voice came out confused.And I couldn’t bring myself to look at her when
Olivia and I stared into the large screen monitor in the hospital’s security office, having found the exact frame where the M was brought into the hospital. Olivia recognized one of the Auclair guards and pointed him out, but the woman beside him, who was pretending to be his wife to complete the image of a family bringing their son to the hospital, was unfamiliar. M’s face wasn’t visible on the security footage in all the four security cameras which had captured him from different angles. Olivia huffed in frustration.“Take us to your director.” I turned to one of the security officials in the room with us. He stood at attention and said, “He’s not on seat.”“Then take us to whoever is on seat.” I said, and he gave me a nod, walking out the door. We followed behind, and arrived in an office with a floor-to-ceiling window that looked out to a park. In the wet darkness of tonight, the park looked ghostly, something from a horror thriller, and I looked away, my eyes stopping on th







