The taste Of Revenge
ELLIOT'S POV
The silver key to the kingdom didn’t taste like victory, it tasted like the copper tang of a man’s impending execution.
I roll the metallic flash drive between my calloused fingers, the sharp edges biting into my skin until the pressure leaves a deep, angry indentation in my thumb. I don't care about the slight sting anyway. My chest feels completely tight, my ribs expanding against the fabric of my waistcoat with a heavy, suffocating heat that has nothing to do with the summer rain outside. My pulse is a violent hammer against my throat, roaring in my ears like a furnace.