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And holy shit. His hips start moving.
The fact that THIS shook me and nothing else has 😂🤣😂🤣 wow I'm fucked up!
“I heard noises that didn’t sound like pleasure—which really should say something about your skills—so I barged in to save your life. From a lesbian who had your dick captive in her vagina. What the hell, Jake?”
False face must hide what the false heart doth know. —William Shakespeare
They stole. They lied. They brokered peace with the devil in exchange for the souls of an innocent family. Yet you call me the monster. Fuck you. <3
“I silenced her, so now she’s getting her words in,” I say quietly.
“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” Leonard says on a sigh. “Like I said, I get why she’s doing it. This town has been killing and torturing people for years, and no one even cared about it until her.”
“I bet you never thought you’d find yourself in love with a serial killer.”
Memory is deceptive because it is colored by today’s events. —Albert Einstein
I’m going to turn this town into a cautionary tale of what happens when you destroy a family like mine.
But to instill fear, I have to show mercy as well. Mercy to those who were victims in their own right. Mercy to those who are tired of being weak and silenced.
A small smile crosses her lips. “Rot in hell, you stupid bastard. Let’s see if the devil lets you lay your hands on him, or if he shows you a taste of your own medicine.”
“Just who the hell are you?” a man’s voice asks. Everyone wants my name. There’s a Rumpelstiltskin joke in there somewhere.
“My name now doesn’t really matter. But once upon a time, people called me Victoria Evans.”
“In case you haven’t heard…I don’t die too easily.”
“Who are they?” “The good guys. They’ll be who you give the evidence to.” “But you look scared. Why are you scared if they’re the good guys?” she demands. I gesture to my bloody appearance, then the dead guys in her floor. She doesn’t have a speck of blood on her. “I’m not the good guy,” I remind her, and she exhales like that’s a relief to hear.
What a twisted town…
The only thing that halts my lethal reaction, are the familiar blues staring directly into my eyes.
“No,” I whisper hoarsely. “I won’t do whatever it takes, but I won’t be arrested either.”
I start to move, but instead of gripping me harder, he eases his hold and brings his hand up to my face, cupping it as he studies my eyes. “I had no idea you were Victoria when I fucked up. I never would—” “Does it really matter?” I ask bitterly,
“I’m still the twisted monster of the night, while you’re the honest hero in the light.”
Usually, as everyone is aware, I hate surprises. But my heart ends up beating to a new rhythm when Logan surprises me by crushing his lips to mine.
“I never would have hurt you like that if I’d known,” he says softly. I swallow hard. “You didn’t hurt me physically. And as far as the sex goes, I could have stopped it. I knew you knew. I knew what was happening. I just loved you enough to take your anger, knowing I deserved it.” He groans, his forehead pressing against mine.
“You didn’t deserve it. For the first time in my life, I have no clue what to do, Lana,” he whispers with such tragic honesty that it slices through me.
Part of me wants to corrupt him, to make him see what I’m doing is a twisted version of the right thing, despite the torture and massacre I still have planned. But to do that would be...
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“I love you,” I say on a broken whisper, because I’m just too weak to turn him away so soon. “I love you,” he says back, thawing my heart completely as the tears start leaking again.
He doesn’t understand a man like Cannon can only be killed after he’s buried. Only then will anyone care about evidence. He lines the pockets of too many important and powerful men. Just like Director McEvoy.
Just like SSA Johnson. Just like the fucking governor.
Better a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. —Confucius
“It’s not just about me,” I say, peering up from his chest as he looks down.
“Just like it’s not just about you,” I add, clutching the front of his shirt. “You’re good. I won’t take that away.”
“I can’t let you go,” he says against my lips as he shuts the water off.
I can’t let you hold on, I silently tell him, refusing to ruin any more of our night with heartbreaking truths.
Give every man thy ear, but few thy voice. —William Shakespeare
She stifles a grin, trying to keep a serious face. “Agent Bennett, I think it’d be emasculating if I kicked your ass. So don’t worry, I’ll hold back if you ever get brave enough.”
Good things have a lesser reign than the bad.”
But if I hear the details from her mouth, I may end up joining her on her killing spree. I just don’t think I’m strong enough to hear her break down and tell me what they did without killing everyone else involved in all of it.
My mind is fucked. All she has to do is ask me to join her, and I’ll be at her side. So I’m grateful that she doesn’t,
Naked in the middle of the bedroom, I pull her to me. Her head falls to my chest, and my lips press against the top of her head as I hold her as close as possible. And we dance. We dance for several songs.
“What does Lana mean?” “Depends on the country. Precious. Little Rock. Sun Ray. But Dad said it was the Hawaiian meaning above all else that suited me—afloat; calm as still waters. It took a storm to offer me a calm.”
“You’re good, Logan,” Lana says quietly, drawing my attention to her as she perches on the edge of a dresser. “It’s the thing I love most about you. Do whatever you feel is right. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be okay.”
“This isn’t goodbye, Lana. I’ll be back tonight. We may have to actually sleep, but I will be back.” She smiles at me, but it’s weighted once again.
Everything’s fine today; that is our illusion. —Voltaire
“Quit dawdling. We have an entire town to terrorize,” I say when I know he’s about to press the issue.
He’s worried about me surviving. I see a life too empty to be concerned with the notion of survival.
The road to perdition has ever been accompanied by lip service to an ideal. —Albert Einstein
I can’t fucking leave Lana in this town. I’ll quit and stay here on my own if they try to make me.
A voice comes on, speaking like the damn creepy voice from SAW. “Citizens of Delaney Grove. It’s time to purge the town. You have until sunset to leave…to save yourself. We’re claiming this town now. For your sins, you shall repent. For your past, you shall endure the nightmares you caused. And for your eyes that you closed so willingly, now you shall see.”
“Hear no evil.” The black screen is blank, but several screams of agony are coming out loud and clear. “See no evil.” The screen lights up with both disturbing movies playing side by side on a split screen. Then the screen fades to black again, before a cloaked silhouette comes into view. All you can see is the dark hood. The face is nothing more than a shadow as a red-gloved hand comes up. One finger extends, covering the spot where the lips would be if you could see them, making the universal ‘shush’ sign. “Speak no evil.”
“Sundown,” the voice says again as the shadowed, hooded figure comes into view once more. “Or the monster comes for you.”
“The monster who comes is no worse than the monsters who deserve to die. Pick a side. Pick it now.”
