Page 82 of Pretty Little Fears

Oscar’scar leaves tire marks in its wake as he speeds off, the squealing sound echoes in the deserted area.Ipick up my speed, hitting one hundred miles per hour and still climbing.Thereis some distance that remains between us, soIcontinue playing with death and allow the number to keep rising.

Ireach behind me and pull the gun from the waistband of my pants.Withthe speedI'mgoing, my aim is choppy, the wind making it hard to shoot straight.Regardless,Ihold my finger on the trigger and let the bullets blast through the air.

Myarm jerks with every shot, making my bike jerk slightly too, butIcontinue firing rounds at his car until the resounding pop of a tire being hit and deflating fills the air.Thesquealing of tires on the pavement causes the car to drift, going towards the ditch on the side of the road.Withthe high speeds while drifting, the car starts to lift and roll.Islow down asGrimmflies past me, gun still lifted as he targets the car, screaming through the earpiece like aViking.

Hisshouting overpowers the loud sounds of metal crunching and smashing against the ground as glass shatters, flying everywhere.

Again, his actions pull a chuckle from me untilIremember the reality of the situation. “Don’tkill him, we need him alive you psycho!”Ishout into the earpiece.

“I’mnot fucking stupid,Iknow that.Ijust wanted to shoot some shit up and have a little fun while we catch the bad guy.”Hereplies with a huff.

Shakingmy head as we pull up to his rolled car,Istop my bike and climb off.Lookingdown into the ditch as smoke floats from the upside-down vehicle,Idraw my gun and make my way down.Theblack metal is riddled with bullet holes, the windows are all blown out and the tire thatIhit has flattened.

Inside,Oscaris hanging upside down, with his eyes closed.Basedon the shallow movements of his chest, he’s unconscious but breathing.Tobe sure,Idraw back my gun and slam the butt of it against his temple.Ireach over him and unhook his seatbelt.Notsure where he had the time to put this on in our chase but good for me that he didn't fly through the windshield and die.Ineed important information from him.

Releasinghis seatbelt,Igrab his body and try to maneuver him out through the window.Hislimp form is heavy as fuck but at least he isn't fighting back.

Noticingthat we aren't far from campus,Icall over toGrimm. “Let'stake him to the tunnels,”Isay, then pause, realizing we have no way of getting him there with our bikes.We’vebeen carrying the heavy ass bags on our backs with us, there's no room for him. “Fuck.”Igrunt.Pullingmy phone out,IcallEli.

“Yes?” he deadpans.Noemotion whatsoever.

“Ineed you andJadento grab a car and head to where we are, now.I’msending you our location.”

“Onthe way.”Heresponds, the click of the dial tone notifying me he’s hung up.

Becausewe aren't too far out, they arrive within twenty minutes.Luckily, the impact of the crash and my ever-so-kind knock to the temple keepsOscarunconscious while we wait for their arrival.

Thecar squeals to a stop as they pull up.Theyexit the vehicle and make their way towards us. “Oscar?”Eliasks.Inod my confirmation as he andJadenwalk over to his sprawled out body, grabbing an ankle each while me andGrimmpick him up from under his armpits.

“We’regoing to the tunnels.”Grimmsupplies.

“Alright, we’ll meet you guys there.Ifyou need anything else, let us know.”Jadensays.Hesounds sympathetic, andIgive him a slight nod to show my appreciation.WeshoveOscarinto the backseat of the car andGrimmandIhop onto our bikes to follow them towards the tunnels.

Whenwe arrive, we each grab a limb and carry him inside and down to where he will meet his death.

Beingunder a fucking cemetery has its perks.Insideone of the rooms in the tunnels, giant crosses are plastered along the walls.Crossesthat have been used many times for initiations in the past.Luckily, my generation got to skip that type of initiation.Thebigger than life wooden cross is heavy.GrimmandIboth let out a grunt as we pick the material up and carry it to the torture room.

Placingthe cross against the wall where the chains are located, we grab his limp body and drag him over to it.Mymuscles burn with the effort it takes to lift him and secure him to the wooden cross while managing to keep his body upright.Grimmcomes over and helps to hold his weight up for me.EliandJadenmake quick work of chaining him to the cross, ensuring he can't escape.

Whenhe's secured against the giant cross,Itilt my head and look down at him, deciding howI’dlike to torture him.He’sawake now, terror spreads across his face as he looks at me with bloodshot eyes and my first form of torment enters my mind.Igrab a knife from the bag and cut off his clothes, leaving him exposed. “Youmade such a silly mistake,Oscar,”Ismile. “Grimm, can you hand me the nails?”Grimmchuckles while digging around in the bag, grabbing the nails.Hehands them to me along with a hammer, like he knew exactly whatIwas thinking.

“Yousee,Oscar, not only did you look at what was mine, you took her from me.Youthought it was okay for you to take her away from me.PlayGodif you will.Playwith her fate, and mine.It'sonly fitting we nail you to the cross, isn't it?”Hiseyes bug out of his head but he doesn't speak, what a shame.

Icome face-to-face with him. “Wantto tell me where you sent her,Oscar?Ionly extend my kindness so far.”Withgritted teeth, he shakes his head.Whata fucking idiot. “Suityourself.I'llget it out of you one way or another.”Ilet him see the manic smile spread across my face asIlift the long, thick nail in my hand and hold it in front of his eyeball.Alow laugh sounds fromEliat the sight.

“We’regonna head back to the house.Whenyou get the information you need, let me know.”Elisays over his shoulder as they walk out.Igive him a nod and turn toGrimm.

“Grimm, come hold his head for me.”Hehas a collar on his neck but that doesn't keep him from being able to jerk his head from side to side.Oscarthrashes his head, shouting curses at me, butIcan't hear a single word besides the one that’s playing on repeat.Mynew favorite song.

Kill.

Grimmcomes up and grabs his head, squeezing his skull so hard the skin reddens around his grip.

Ipress the tip against his eyeball, blood starting to dribble out as his curdling screams echo around the cement walls. “Fuckyou!Iwon’t tell you shit!”Heshrieks.Hethinks he won't, but by the timeI'mdone with him, he will have spilled every last one of his secrets.

“No?”Iask quizzingly. “Okay.”Ishrug, lifting the hammer, and slam down the flat edge against the nail, driving the metal deep into his eye.Thesquelching sound of it impaling his meaty flesh brings me joy.Bloodsquirts out onto my cheek and through his untouched eye,Isee the fear shining at the sight of my bloodied, smiling face. “Tryagain,Oscar,”Ising-song.Ileave the nail embedded in his eye and grab another, lining it up with the other one.

Lookingat the fear reflected back at me, my thoughts momentarily switch over toBlairand how fucking terrified she must be.Thepain they’ve caused her.Mypast has crafted a darkness inside of me thatIcan never undo.Now,Blairwill have to face that same harsh reality.Becauseof my father, my blood.Becauseof all of his sick and perverted associates.Ifanyone knows what she’s feeling, it’s me,Iknow my little obsession will never be the same.

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