White Out (24690 #2)

by A.A. Dark

There were so many things I wanted to ask and say.

the mental decline is eerie to read

Abbot shrugged. “Not enough. The majority stand with you. You have nothing to worry about. Now, enough of that. Let’s get back to what else I’ve done. You wanted to see Mistress Harper during the red lights, am I correct?”

I thought his name was Jarrett

BRAM

YEEEEES YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE

“Master Bram Whitlock. He was in the window. Third floor. Not the fourth. I…I swear I saw him…I…”

that was 0% subtle

“So you know what you face in your last days, I’ll tell you my plans. I’m going to take one section of your body at a time. Today, it’s a forearm, tomorrow it will be the other. I’m going to do what you enjoy. I’m going to skin it. Once I’m done, I’m going to chop it off. Derek, my high leader, will be ready to cauterize the wound. Then, when you get hungry, you’re going to eat it. We’ll do one section of your body at a time. Eventually, you’re going to eat yourself to death. We’ll see how far we get before you die.”

I'm suddenly no longer hungry

“If I divorce, it will be because I make it happen. You’ve barely lifted your finger for me. Don’t feel obligated to start now.”

goddamn