Total pages in book: 266
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 250787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1254(@200wpm)___ 1003(@250wpm)___ 836(@300wpm)
“Open wide,” I tell the man and place the gag into his mouth, forcing it wide open and securing it at the back of his head. “Good boy.” I tap the side of his bloody face, and then I return to my bag for a few more things.
“What…what are you doing?” she asks in a rush. “Haidyn—?”
“He’s a liar,” I tell her, and her pretty face pales. “And the only way to punish a liar is to take away his chance at spewing more lies.” I put a pair of pliers into his mouth and grab his tongue.
He begins to mumble and gag as I yank it out, stretching it as far as it will go. His wide eyes look up at mine before going to hers. She takes another step back into the hallway.
“She’s not here to help you,” I inform him. “She’s here for me.”
Charlotte wanted to see a show, so I’ll give her one. The bastard deserves this, but I might be going a little overboard for her. If telling her that I wanted to tie her up in a ball and suspend her from the ceiling while fucking all her holes didn’t work…this should do the trick. Maybe she’s a visual learner.
Holding his tongue out, I pull his chin down onto the table and shove a nail through the middle of his tongue. He begins to scream and thrash in the chair. Before he can pull his tongue back, I let go of the pliers, grab the hammer and hit the head of the nail. It only takes one time to get the nail into the table good enough to where it holds him captive to the wooden table.
I step back, and he gets to his feet, kicking the chair out from under him. He’s bent over the table, screaming and thrashing as he tries to free his tongue with his hands cuffed behind his back. Spit and blood fly from his wide-open mouth.
Looking up, I see her wide eyes on the man, and her small body shakes.
The poor thing doesn’t even notice me walking over to her. Coming to stand behind her, I place my bloody hands on her shoulders, and she jumps. Leaning down, I whisper in her ear. “Watch him, Charlotte. He’s going to rip his tongue in half.” I can feel her trembling against me. “Like a desperate animal that will chew its own leg off to free itself from a trap. Trappers call it ‘wringing off’. Some will even break their own teeth as they chew through their limbs.”
“Why?” She sniffs, and I’m not sure if she’s asking why I’m telling her this or why I’m doing it to the man.
“Because I told you, he lied, and liars must be silenced.” I decide to reference the show in front of her.
The man yanks back, his tongue splitting down the center, leaving the nail still in the wooden table and he falls to the floor from the momentum. Rolling onto his stomach, he gets up on his knees and leans forward as blood and drool run from his mouth. He’s still got the gag in so he can’t close his mouth. He’s sobbing and choking.
“Now we wait and see if his tongue swells to the point it cuts off his ability to breathe.”
She spins around to face me, and I stand to my full height to look down at her. “Is this what you want to see, doll face?” My eyes drop to the death grip she has on the strap to her purse that’s slung over her shoulder and add, “Something new to put in your notebook for next time.”
Her tear-filled eyes narrow up on me before she throws her shoulder into mine and storms down the hallway toward the elevator.
“Whoa.” Kashton laughs as he comes through the plastic strips curtains and almost collides with her. She shoves him out of the way before she disappears through them. He walks toward me and smiles when he looks into the cell. “Was this a show-and-tell session?” He crosses his tatted arms over his chest. “I want to join next time. I could show her a few things.” He wiggles his eyebrows.
I don’t know why his words piss me off, but they do. I’ve been in a shitty mood for a couple of weeks now—since Ashtyn returned.
I’ve tried to avoid her as much as I can, but it was inevitable when we went to New York for Hooke’s show. When we returned, she stayed hidden in her room for a week. Then Kashton gave her a fucking cell phone so she can stay in touch with Jasmine who brought up Whitney missing, and Ashtyn demanded to know what happened to her.
I told Ashtyn that Whitney was the one who ratted her out. She deserved to know. Whitney isn’t her friend. Fuck, Whitney isn’t anyone’s friend. That bitch will backstab anyone she can.