Page 133 of The Monster I Am
My entire body suddenly turns to ice, paralyzed with a whole new fear. I’m blindsided by the question because while his tone is full of irritation, there’s not a single ounce of compassion or care laced in it toward me.
By one of the few people I believed, without a doubt, would always protect me no matter what.
Elliott chuckles low, giving me a menacing grin. “She’s a bit of a handful. Wouldn’t come quietly at all.”
“I told you to be quick,” he snaps agitatedly, opening his jacket and reaching inside the interior pocket to grab something. Retrieving a cloth, he leans down next to my head, locking eyes with me.
“Bexley.”
“Principal Samson,” I croak. “What’s going on?”
His eyebrows furrow at the question but he doesn’t answer me. His gaze flickers back to Elliott, hardening. “I’ll take her from here,” he orders.
Looking at me with a blank, heartless expression, I let out a small, broken sob, struggling under Elliott as Principal Samson presses the cloth over my mouth and nose.
Fuck the knife. I’d rather die than let them take me.
I start twisting and jerking my body violently to get them away but Elliott pushes and holds the blade firmly against my throat, sending a sharp pain shooting through me. He slams his other hand down on top of my chest, pinning me to the ground.
The impact to my sternum sends me wheezing and gasping, and already desperate for air, I inhale.
I know what’s coming instantly, terror taking over every fiber of my body as the sickly sweet scent of something similar to acetone rushes through my lungs.
Waves of dizziness crash uncontrollably through me, my world spinning fast out of control. My movements start to slow, body going limp as my eyes roll toward the back of my head.
“Put her in my trunk. Make sure to discard her phone and truck as planned,” I hear Principal Samson say in a distorted, robotic voice.
“Alrighty!” Elliott’s cheery reply is garbled, sounding miles away. “I’ll meet you in the tunnel for my payment when I’m done.”
