Page 5 of Reaper

He chuckles loudly. “You would think so, but nope. I’m as sane as the next guy.”

I think that’s debatable but I don’t say so, mainly because it’s unwise to agitate the man that wants to kill me. If I can delay it, maybe I can run again, but this time I will go far away. Somewhere he’ll never find me.

“You didn’t scream,” he says as he turns onto the highway, “or cry,” he adds.

I’m struggling with how much truth I should give this man that deserves none, but ultimately I think the more I get him talking, the better the chances of my survival.

“You’ll probably do the same, but he tried to rape me.”

He arches an eyebrow. “You think I’m going to fuck you, living dead girl?”

I shrug with my free arm, because I really don’t know what his plans are, other than killing me.

Reaper chuckles softly. “You’ve never been safer than you are with me,” then he adds, “Sexually speaking.”

I turn my head to him in a quick movement, as I stare at him in shock.

“Oh my God. You’re gay!”

He smirks at me. “No, I’m not gay. I’ve just never been with a woman.”

“Have you been with a man?”

This time, he gives me a glare that makes a shiver travel down my spine.

“No. I told you, I’m not gay. I’m a goddamn virgin.”

My killer is a virgin? I’m not sure why, because I don’t know much about him, but this information shocks me to my core. If I could set aside the fact that he intends to kill me, he’d be hot. Bend me over and fuck me into oblivion hot.

“Why? You can’t be super religious.”

He chuckles. “I’m not. I’ve spent my entire life fascinated with ending lives. I’m not normal, if you haven’t figured that out yet. It’s not that I don’t want to, but every time I’m with a woman, I end up killing her, so it has never happened.”

I wince from the pain in my arm, from it being stuck in the air, handcuffed to the top of the car.

“This isn’t necessary. I’m not running. You’ll only find me again.”

“We’ll be where we are going soon, and then I’ll undo the cuffs.”

He takes the third exit off the highway. I’m trying to keep him talking to me, but also trying to be aware of landmarks so if I can run, I’ll have an idea of what direction to go in. When I told him I wouldn’t try to get away, I lied. I’m not going to sit around waiting for this psychopath to kill me.

“How many people have you killed?”

He shrugs like I asked his favorite color, and it means nothing.

“I haven’t kept count, really. A hundred or so since I was nine years old.”

“Nine!” I blurt out, clearly revealing my shock. How the hell does someone make their first kill at such a young age?

He nods, like he’s proud of doing something so terrible as a child, when he should’ve been innocent.

“My family is a mafia family. Someone tried to hurt my mom. I wasn’t going to allow that to happen. The first time I saw the light leave someone’s eyes, it was powerful. Magical. I knew I’d do it again.”

Again, I’m sure shock registers on my face.

“You’re in the mafia?”

He chuckles as he pulls through a gate to a massive property.

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