Undone (Will Trent, #3)

by Karin Slaughter

She put her hand to her stomach again. Was the child that was growing inside of her a girl? What sort of world was Faith bringing her into—a place where young girls were molested by their fathers, where magazines told them they would never be perfect enough, where sadists could take you away from your life, your own child, in the blink of an eye and thrust you into a living hell for the rest of your life?

Parenting is horrifying. Or what if it’s a boy? And he grows up to be another reason for people’s suffering?

“What did you see when you woke up?” “Nothing. I never saw anything again after that.”

Wow😭

Finally, one of the schoolgirls sauntered over. She leaned into the car, then backed out just as quickly. “Nuh-uh,” she said. “No way. I ain’t fuckin’ no dog.”

Sad, but also funny lolol

“Yeah, that bitch’ll fuck your dog. She on Eighteenth. Strolling by the old post office.”

BRO LMAO

Will rolled her onto her stomach, pushing her flat against the wood floor. He grabbed both her hands in one of his, squeezing them together so she couldn’t fight him. Without even thinking, he reached down and ripped away her underwear. Her nails dug into the back of his hand as he slid his fingers inside her.

YOOOOOOO assault??? Will has been on his worst behavior 🥲 idk what to think after Angie was basically like “tell whoever she is that I said ‘thank you’” …… like I’m conflicted. They just be raping each other I guess

“They can’t starve us,” Mia said. “I can go nineteen days before I start to shut down.”

Holy fucking shit that’s almost a month

Pauline’s body shook with sobs. She had not seen him in years, but she still knew how his mind worked.

Her brother?

“How about Pauline McGhee? Or maybe Pauline Seward?” She smiled, putting her hand over her mouth. “No.”

………. What a weird and obvious tell for a lie

She twisted around and scratched Tom’s face, digging her fingernails into his eyes. She used every part of her body—her hands, her feet, her teeth—to fight him. She would not give in. She would kill him with her bare hands if she had to.

Get it, girl. Faith, I hope you kill the ever living fuck out of this bucktooth hick. I believe in you

“Let her do it,” Darla pleaded. “Please, let her do it.”

Shiiiiiii I’d turn the other cheek.. I mean, he totally doesn’t deserve to live and it IS self defense

“What’s wrong with you?” Pauline asked, giving Faith a nasty look.

Agreed. Like why isn’t she allowed to kill this fucker?

she spit in his face. “Georgia’s a death penalty state, motherfucker. Why else do you think I moved here?”

Slay, Queen 💅🏼

“No. I don’t believe you. Tom would never hurt anyone.”

You stupid fucking bitch

“He electrocuted them. He tortured and raped them.” She screeched, “He was trying to save them!”

Again, you STUPID, FUCKING BITCH. The only thing I hate as much as an evil piece of shit man, is a woman who stands behind them and defends their actions no matter what

And yet, she was hard to feel any sympathy for, perhaps because she kept referring to Faith as “bitch” more than any man ever had.

Probably because Faith kept her from killing her brother, who regularly ruined her fucking life. I’d be cursing her name too.

She would have strangled her own brother to death if Faith hadn’t stopped her.

AS 👏🏻 SHE👏🏻 SHOULD👏🏻

“Listen to your partner. My brother killed at least two dozen women. Do you really think he deserves a trial?” She pressed her lips to the top of Felix’s head. “You should’ve let me kill him. Put him down like a fucking dog.”

I whole heartedly agree with her

“She looked like me,” Pauline admitted. “That’s why he liked her so much. She was like a substitution for me—same color hair, same height, about the same weight but she looked fatter than me.”

Ew ew ew ew eewwwwww😭😭😭 I cannot imagine

“No,” Pauline corrected. “He hadn’t had his birthday yet. He was only eleven when it happened. He turned twelve a month later. Mom had a party. The little freak was out on bail and she threw him a birthday party.”

WHAT THE FUCK my heart just started beating in my ears. How did he become so evil that quickly???

I remember quite clearly waking up in the middle of the night, sneaking into my older sister’s room, holding a flashlight under my chin and whispering, “Who’s killing the children?” She would start screaming, I would get scared by her screaming and start screaming myself, and then I would start crying, and then my parents would come in and punish my sister for making me so upset.

Lmfao KARIN