Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
And I pull my hammer out of my bag and jam it into his face.
He groans and grips his nose as blood pours out. “Fu—What the fuck are you doing?”
“Giving you what you asked for,” I answer, taking my knife from my bag and ramming it straight into his hand.
He squeals like a pig, tearing his hand away from my thigh, but I grab him and twist his arm so badly he’s forced down onto the floor.
“Please, don’t hurt me!”
“Is that what those other girls screamed?” I retort, twisting his hand some more.
“No, please, they wanted it—”
“They were kids!” I hiss.
He sinks onto the floor, groaning in pain.
I grip his hair and pull back, pointing the knife at his face. “You thought I was one of them, didn’t you? Young, innocent, easy to use.” My lip hitches up into a tentative smile. “I blend in easy, don’t you think?”
“You … you trapped me?” He coughs up a tooth and spits it out onto the floor.
“I lured you into your own fucking trap,” I retort, the knife glinting in my hand.
“Please, don’t do this, I’ll give you anything you want.” His eyes flick back and forth between me and the knife.
“I don’t want your money,” I reply.
“Then what do you want?” he yelps. “Take it, anything I have.”
“I don’t want anything but your fucking life.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” he begs as I inch closer with the knife. “Are you a cop?”
I snort. “Worse.”
I jam my knife straight into his abdomen.
He gurgles up blood. “Oh God! Please! Who are you?!” he cries out. “Have mercy!”
But I ignore his pleas and shove another knife straight into his neck.
He gurgles, and a single tear rolls down his cheek.
“I’m retribution.”
I tear out the knife, and blood spurts out as the body falls to the floor.
Now this … this is ecstasy.
Nothing compares to the sounds of perverts dying a painful death.
I wipe the knife on his couch and tuck it into my bag.
CRACK!
My ears perk up, and I stop moving entirely. Whispers from the hallway near the front door have me on edge.
Someone’s here.
Another victim he tried to lure with his disgusting chats?
I swiftly grab my bag and put everything back inside, then make my way to the back of the house. There’s no way out, no other door outside, just rooms and more rooms. One of them is covered in mattresses, ropes and all, and the view makes me sick to my stomach.
I close the door and head into another. A bathroom with blood stains on the sink, but it’ll have to do.
Beyond the room, I can hear more rustling, more footsteps. One, two, three? I don’t know how many different ones, I can’t keep them apart. But it’s more than one person. And they’re definitely guys.
The sound of laughter comes to an abrupt halt.
“Yo, check this out,” one of them says.
“Holy shit,” another one says. “Is he …?”
“Dead,” a new voice says.
“Fuck, someone beat us to it.”
To what? Murder?
I clutch the door handle tightly, my heart beating in my throat as I try to listen to their conversation. I’m too intrigued to step away, despite knowing it’s dangerous. One misstep and I’m going down as a killer or worse … I’ll end up dead right beside that pervert.
“God-fucking-dammit,” the second guy says. “I was looking forward to this.”
Wow. Did I just hear that right?
I can’t stop myself from opening the door and leaning in so the door opens to a sliver, allowing me to peek through.
Three guys wearing eerily similar white masks hover over the body. One of them, a scrawny one, grabs his hand and lifts it.
“Yup, definitely dead.”
That was the first guy, I recognize the voice.
I push the door open farther to get a good look at all three of them. They’re all in hoodies and covered up to the point that I can’t recognize a single thing.
“Well, no point in hanging around this stench then,” the second guy says. “Let’s go.”
I lean in farther to see if I can catch a glimpse of their faces because I’m invested now, and I can’t say no to my own curiosity, despite knowing the risks.
Suddenly, the third guy puts his finger against his lips. “Shh. Quiet.”
He looks around.
My heart stops.
“We’re not alone.”
Suddenly, their eyes all move around the room.
And one of them, the scrawny one, connects with mine.
LANA
“There!”
I throw open the door and rush through the hallway just as they’re about to come at me. I chuck a knife in their direction and jump into the kitchen, narrowly avoiding the first guy from grasping ahold of my leg as he throws himself at me.
The third guy jumps over the counter, but I sidestep and throw my bag into his knee, causing him to buck.
“Fuck! Come here, you little—!”
I bolt off toward the front door, but halfway through, my hair is grabbed, and I’m tugged back.