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I let out a dry chuckle and drag the chair back a few inches before sitting down. Then I gesture to him.
“By all means. You can play with my toy for a while.”
Then Wes starts to move. He circles him like a vulture, that steady, quiet malice leaking off him in waves.
Without a word, he pulls out a plastic bag and slips it over Leo’s head.
The panic kicks in naturally. His limbs jerk, he gasps for air that’s no longer there, and for a second, I nearly smile.
I watch it unfold, feeling that familiar pull in my chest. The kind I used to torture when I was in the fraternity.
He’s brutal, and he makes it seem personal. It almost feels like watching a version of myself.
Leo gasps inside the plastic bag, suffocating, his chained body shaking desperately and uncontrollably.
Wes loosens the bag, just enough for Leo to suck in a desperate breath. Then, he tightens it again, ripping away the fragile hope he’d barely had time to feel.
His way is clean—efficient, for sure.
Boring.
I like the screams. The despair.
And now it’s my turn.
“Just a reminder, Leslie. I want him alive.”
“I’m not trying to kill him.”
Anderson is barely moving, as if he’s dying.
“Enough,” I growl.
Wes groans, disappointed, and loosens the bag again. Anderson coughs uncontrollably.
“Show me your masterplan, Mitch.” Wes scoffs with a fake smile, bowing mockingly.
I stand up and walk closer, taking my knife out. I let out a long, jaded exhale. “Isabella Calvano.”
“What?”
“Sound familiar, doesn’t it?”
“W-What about her?”
I click my tongue. “Which fingers did you touch her with?”
“I-I … What?” he gasps, desperation swallowing him whole.
“If you don’t answer quickly, I’ll have to improvise.”
“What kind of question is that?”
My eyes roll back. “I have a better idea.”
I glance down at his filthy, wrinkled hand. The golden rings gleam like parasites, feeding off everything he stole, everythinghe ruined. His wrist is chained to the arm of the chair, the metal biting deep, carving into flesh already gone gray with fear.
“Eenie, meenie, miney, moe,” I sing with a smile, each word tracing the blade along a different finger.
