Page 113 of Adam
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Wes roars, caught between disbelief and fury.
I don’t care if he’s bored. This is the part I live for. That holy stillness before the scream, the second they realize there’s no way out.
No one in this room is getting out the same way they came in.
“Please,” Leo begs, the sobs consuming him. “I’ll give you anything.”
He makes me chuckle. Oh, how pathetic he is. He’s soaked in sweat, twitching under the weight of fear, every inch of his shriveled, disgusting face twitching.
“You still think this is a transaction.”
“T-then what is it?” he sobs.
My mind empties out completely. All that’s left is the picture of him gone—snuffed out—and the sick thrill crawling up my spine because I can’t wait to make it real.
“W-Who are you?”
How I cherish the hiccupping sound when his voice cracks and the air gets stuck in his throat.
I can feel it. That rush, that sick euphoria sinking its teeth into me as I open my eyes again and look at him. My face is still mine, but what’s moving underneath isn’t.
It wants blood.
It wants noise.
It wants him broken in ways he won’t come back from.
“Who am I?”
I drag the blade across his cheek, savoring the way he shudders beneath it.
“Bane, Bane, every mouth knows my name,”
“Oh God, no …” Anderson sobs uncontrollably. Guess he’s heard of me, then. “It’s not my fault!”
“Say it again till the walls do the same.”
“Bane …?” Wes gasps.
The blade glides up to my throat, tracing a slow line across it as I grin at him, wide-eyed.
“No god will stop what I will do.”
I lean in, my voice barely a whisper.
“…I am Bane, and I’m coming for you.”
Wes stares at me silently. No matter how much he’s pretending to be cool, I see that tightness in his jaw. He’s trying to stomach it, maybe even make sense of me.
“Why are you doing this?” Leo wails like a little bitch.
“Because your insides are mine now. Your panic, your piss, your prayers,” I hiss, dragging the blade across my tongue. “Mine to play with, all of it.”
“You’re sick.”
“You dared to touch what’s mine, and I’m ready to collect the price.”
I raise the blade and bring it down hard, slicing through his fingers. He howls as I watch the stumps pulse, fascinated.
