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)
The doors can’t even open fully, and they squeak like hell. Inside, the walls have chips, and the carpet smells like dirt. The whole place seems like it’s falling apart, but we still go up the stairs. The hallway at the top of the stairs is filled with doors.
“Which one is it?” I ask.
“Fifteen,” Nathan replies, swaying a bat in his hand.
“Here,” Kai says, grinning as he knocks on the door. “Ready?”
“More than ever,” Lana muses, fishing out her knives.
The second the dude opens the door, Lana stabs him in the arm and blocks him from closing the door by shoving a foot inside.
“FU—”
Kai shoves him inside, and we all barge in. “Hey, prick. You asked for a hookup? Here we are.”
“What the fuck?” the guy yelps when Lana rips her knife out.
I shut the door behind me.
“You thought I’d be a young girl?” Lana flips her hair over her shoulder. “Do I look convincing enough to play the part?”
In shock, the guy tumbles backward into his own sofa, screaming wildly.
God, I love watching her put up a cold-hearted show and destroying people with just a few words.
Kai snatches one of the towels off the kitchen rack and smothers his mouth. “Don’t want to wake the neighbors now, do we?”
I smile at him like a motherfucker before both Nathan and I knock out his knees in tandem.
CRACK!
The guy screams so harshly into the cloth that his eyeballs almost pop out.
“Pwease, pwease!” the guy begs. “It hurts!”
Lana rips his head up by his hair. “How many other girls did you convince to come here?”
“I don’t know,” he whimpers. “I’ve never—”
Kai shoves a knife underneath his throat. “Don’t. Lie.”
“It’s only been a couple. Five. Maybe six.”
Six girls. All used by this monster.
Kai’s jaw tightens, and he glances at Lana for a second before suddenly pushing the guy back. “We need something better than this.”
Nathan swings his bat over his shoulder. “Wait, are you going to—”
“Backpack.” Kai interrupts.
I hand it over to him, and he fishes out the syringe.
The guy’s eyes widen. “Oh God.”
“This will hurt,” Kai warns, and he shoves the needle into the guy’s neck before he can even so much as blink.
The scream that follows dies out in a few seconds.
“What are you doing?” Lana asks. “I thought we were gonna kill him. Not spare him the pain by knocking him out.”
“Oh no, I’m not going to spare this guy. Not for a single second,” Kai responds as he takes the syringe out, and we all watch this guy’s lights go out. “But this place won’t do for what I have in store for a fucker like him.”
He snaps his fingers at me and Nathan. “Take him downstairs and put him in the trunk. It’s time we had some old-fashioned fun.”
Kai
Fuckers like him don’t deserve to go in the comfort of their own house.
He needs to feel the pain in his fucking soul before I’ll let him go into the nether beyond.
And I know the perfect way.
We haul him into Nathan’s room after driving back with him sleeping off the drugs in the trunk. By the time I’ve snapped my fingers, he’s groggily waking up. Too late.
Nathan and Milo ram one of Nathan’s hooks through his back and hang him from the rod in the back of his room, next to the cage.
The guy wakes screaming in agony, blood dripping down his back, but the sounds are like a song to my soul.
“Wakey, wakey.” Milo pokes him in the belly.
When he doesn’t respond, he whacks him with the nunchucks.
“Fuck! What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you all the pain you deserve and more,” Nathan muses, and he grabs one of the whips off his walls with the metal tips attached. “We told you this was going to hurt …”
Nathan holds the whip out to Lana. “You do the honors.”
She grabs the whip, and the power that takes hold of her when she clutches the leather is magnificent.
She whacks the whip into his belly, and the cries that follow are a perfect melancholy filling the room.
“Milo.” I snap my fingers. “Go wake one of the other Phantoms and tell them to guard the door. No one comes in without my explicit permission.”
Milo nods and heads outside while Lana whips the guy hanging from the hook.
“How much blood will it take to make you regret you ever laid a finger on those girls?” she growls, snapping the whip.
He whimpers. “Please, I didn’t want to hurt them. I just can’t help it.”
WHACK!
She strikes him again, this time in the groin, blood pouring onto the floor.
“Lift him higher,” I growl. “Make him dangle.”
Nathan turns the wheel in the back of the room, causing the hook to embed farther into his back as it hoists him up into the air. He’s hanging by his own flesh now, and the sight of him in pure agony is fucking glorious.