Page 18 of Burning Souls

That never ends well, speaking from experience. I never want to go through that again. But that’s a story for another time.

All I want to do is go upstairs and play with my new toys, but as Tobias and Jessie said, if I want to throw a party and look for more people to kill, I have to clean up.

I pick up empty beer cans and plastic cups until we have around three bin bags full. I’m itching to go and see my new toys; Sean is keeping them company upstairs and making them feel right at home.

After what feels like hours, it has only been ten minutes. I finish cleaning up, and Jessie and I walk up the stairs. He comes to a stop before we get to the top.

“Do you have a plan?” he asks, shrugging his shoulders. What kind of question is that? Of course, I have a plan.

“No, I just thought taking two people hostage in an abandoned fairground sounded fun.” I roll my eyes, crossing my arms now pissed off. My voice now laced with anger as I huff a breath out, and my steps falter.

“You have done it before. Angel, you are full of surprises.” He’s not wrong. I once kidnapped the postman who accidentally knocked on my door. I was still on edge that I was going to be found and taken away again. I took him upstairs, knocked him out, and played with him for a few weeks. I do see how that sounds. Jessie was ready to get me locked up.

“That was uncalled for. Be careful, I might just accidentally drive my knife through your heart over and over, watching you bleed out.” Threatening to kill Jessie is the only way I know how to shut his mouth; otherwise, he would carry on, and then I would drive my knife through my ears, so I didn’t have to listen to him anymore.

He stares at me for a long minute until he carries on up the stairs. It’s small up here with only one room. I walk in

Sean and Tobias stand against the windowsill, their masks off. The man hangs upside down, tied by his feet to a metal pipe, the woman next to him hanging from the same pipe but from her wrists—duct tape over both their mouths.

The blood will rush to his brain, and well, I'm not so sure what will happen, but I'm sure it won't be good.

The smell of fear lingers around the room, causing my lips to curl at the thought of how they must feel inside to be robbed of their independence just like I was so many years ago.

Tobias steps forward, placing my knife in my hand, the dried blood still there from the last time I used it. I’m brought in front of the man with his face in my rearview. He doesn’t deserve me speaking to him. I glide the knife over his nose, chopping it off in one swift motion. As it falls to the floor, the woman beside him tries to get herself free, kicking her legs, and her screams are muffled into the tape.

The blood dripping and the sight of his nose falling to the floor excited me and turned me on. My pussy pulses but I must carry on.

I have two souls to send to hell. I shake my head back, letting out an evil laugh you would hear in a horror movie.

I’m taken to the woman hanging, kicking her feet; she nearly kicked my face. Bitch.

“Someone come over and hold this bitch’s legs still before I cut them off.” Sean walks out, smirking as she holds her legs still. I bring the knife to where her belly button lies. I cut her top and rip it off, leaving her tits covered.

I slice her stomach over and over, causing little cuts enough for her to scream into the tape, but it’s muffled. She shakes her wrists, trying to get free, but all she’s doing is causing herself more pain.

I rip the tape off her mouth as she spits in my face. Sean sucker punches her in the face causing her to have a nosebleed. I can’t help but laugh.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

“Stop it, you’re going to make me cry. I knew you cared about me.” I laugh at Sean’s back, holding her feet down. I have no doubt she would try.

“Stop acting like I won’t tie you up and fuck the smart remarks out of you,” Sean growls while I take the knife over to the man whose nose is still lying on the floor. He’s been upside down for too long. He will pass out soon.

“It’s a tragedy I had to slice your nose off. I thought you had a rather cute one.”

Lie.

Lie.

Lie.

I rip the tape off his mouth, causing him to screech. His skin is red from the harshness of my rip.

“Fuck you, crazy bitch.” He spits in my face. Where did these people grow up and what is it with spitting?

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