Page 83 of Pretty Little Fears

“I’mnot telling you fucking shit!They’llkill me.Nofucking way!”Hescreeches, his voice filled with pain but resolve.

“Sowhat exactly do you think is stopping me from killing you if you don’t stop wasting my fucking time and open your goddamn mouth,Oscar?YouthinkI’lllet you go?”Ilaugh, the manic sounds bouncing off the walls.Ifeel fucking insane.Itmakes sense, though.

Everyminute she's gone,Ilose a piece of my sanity.

Withmy laughing coming to an abrupt stop,Ilean forward in front of his good eye and place the nail to his throat, the tip directly against the rapidly beating pulse. “It’snot your fault you didn’tknow, so let me spell it out for you.Iwon’t just kill you,Iwill separate the skin from your bones until there is nothing left but your skeleton.Iwill nail you to this wooden cross and grate the skin off of your fucking body.Iwill not just kill you,Iwill torture you, slowly.Andyou know whatI’lldo once you're dead?”

Hisone eye is wide, staring back at me in horror and disbelief. “Iwill take your skin and make it into a fucking sandwich and feed it to your sick, filthy wife.”Hechokes on his air butIcontinue, “Yeah,Iknow about her.Imaginemy surprise whenIlearned of how she helps you?Fuckingdisgusting.”Beforehe can speak,Ibring the nail back to his eye and swing the hammer down, impaling it inside of the organ.Hiswails and cries fill my ears butI’mnot fucking done.

“Thisis whatIwould call an appetizer,Oscar.”Islam the hammer down onto the protruding nail, hammering until it’s stuck inside of his eye but not deep enough to kill him. “Youcan release his headGrimm, he's not going anywhere.”Ichuckle.

“F-fuck you, you fucking-FUCK!”He’srudely interrupted whenIhammer another nail down into the palm of his hand.

“Don’tfucking speak unless you plan on telling me where she is.Ican draw this out for hours,Oscar.Days.Iwill let you heal and do it all over again.”Idon't recognize the madness coating my voice.

“Okay!O-Okay, just don't hurt my w-wife, please.”Hebegs as streaks of blood leak from his eyes.

“Speak,”Igrowl, the sound is more animalistic than man.

“Hisname isLorenzo,LorenzoVondro.That'sa-allIknow.Fuckman, please let me go.I’ms-sorry.”Hewheezes out, clearly the pain has started to get to him.

Lorenzo.Thename tastes like fucking chalk on my tongue.Ilook over atGrimmand he nods, already contactingEli.It’lltake him time to locate the fuck, soIturn my head back toOscar. “That’sgood,” my voice devoid of any emotion.Ipick up another nail and go to his other hand, hammering him to the wood.

“FUCK,Itold you what you wanted to k-know!”Hescreams, spit flying from his mouth as it mixes with bloodied tears.

“I.Don’t.Fucking.Care.”Imake my way over to the bag and pull out the grater.Thesimple kitchen item that is perfect for the painIwant to inflict on him.Itake the tool and place it against his torso before pushing into his skin and dragging it down.Eachridge cuts out a small piece of skin, shredding it like a block of cheese.

“F-FF-FUCK!”Hewails, surprisingly still conscious.Ipay him no mind, though.WhenIgrate a path down his torso,Ibring the tool back up his chest and create a new path next to it.Redbloodied lines of open skin show where the grater’s ridges have ripped it off. “P-please fuckingSTOP!”Hewheezes, his voice fading along with his life.Idon't let up.Icontinue to drag the grater along his body until a pile of shredded skin sits at his feet.

Myfingernails are caked in blood and my shoes squeak along the wet floor asImove around his body to more exposed flesh.Idon’t stop scraping his skin off untilIhearGrimmspeak. “WegotVondro’slocation.Eliis sending the address to us now.”

Withdripping hands,Ireach into my pocket and pull out my phone, the text coming through with the location.

Eli: 783 Scythe Street. There’s a hidden driveway so keep a lookout.

Mybody is tired and my mind feels weak, butIrefuse to rest.OnlywhenBlairis rescued, whenIcan hold her in my arms once more, willIallow myself to relax.Iwill not blink until she's safe.

Keepholding on, my little obsession.Don’tgive up,I'mcoming.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

BLAIR

Never Felt So Alone - Labrinth

Uponwaking up,I'mvery aware of the hard surface underneath me.It'scold and rough against my bare skin, letting me knowI'mno longer in the room from before.Thefeeling of tightened material against my wrists tells meI’mstill in cuffs.

Tryingto peel my eyes open,I’monly able to see through one.Liftingmy cuffed hands,Ireach for my face to assessLorenzo’sdamage.Myeye is swollen, causing me to hiss whenItouch it.There’sno doubt it’s black and blue.

Usingthe eyeIcan still see out of,Ilook around and observe my new environment.Myhands are cuffed, same as before, only now, they’re attached to long chains that connect to the wall.Isit up, the action taking more effort than it normally would and causing a sharp pain in my back and abdomen.Tryingto move my body,Ifind that my ankles are also cuffed.Panicstarts to set in asItry to move my limbs.

No.

No, no, no.

Ican’t be trapped here.

Thisis just fucking great.

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