Page 176 of Brainwashed
He pauses for a moment, chewing on his lower lip. “I can tell you about some of the missing bodies. The victims the cops couldn’t locate…”
“That doesn’t interest me,” I rumble. “I’m not conducting an investigation.”
“Okay, well, what do you want to know? Anything… I’ll tell youanything.” His lips are shivering. I can see it from where I’m sitting, and it reminds me of the times that I’ve kissed him.
How soft his lips feel on mine, how plump and juicy they are, and how excited he gets when I bite them. The breathy sounds that have flowed between us when we’re lost in lust thicker than a fog over the moors.
Blinking hard, I shake it away. I can’t. Icannothave feelings for him.
Felix Darcey is not boyfriend material. He’s a narcissistic sociopath who’s murdered more people than Jack the fucking Ripper.
Leaning forward in my seat, I lock my furious glare on his stormy gray eyes. “Tell me more about what you felt when you killed them.”
His lashes flutter nervously. “O-okay.” He nods. “Sure. Um… well, I used to use my hands to strangle them, but it’s really hard. I would end up bashing in their skulls eventually because my hands would get tired.”
My heart thumps and I grind my teeth. “But you preferred strangulation? Why?”
“Because stabbing and bludgeoning make a mess,” he says simply. He’s told me this before, but I’m reaching.
“So, what did you use? Aside from your hands?”
“Zip ties,” he says calmly. “Plastic bags, belts, wire. Really anything that was nearby. Zip ties are easiest. You can just zip it quick, and there’s no way for them to get out of it.”
My eyes are dry from not blinking in a while. “And you watched them while you did this?”
He gives me a puzzled look. “Yes…”
“You just sat back andwatchedwhile human beings struggled to breathe… They tossed and turned, writhed and squirmed around… like you do when you’re turned on and ready to get fucked.” His face instantly flushes. My pulse is leaping, but I keep going. Keep pushing. “You juststood thereand watched themdie.”
He blinks, silent for a moment, before he mutters, “Well… yea.”
“And how did that make you feel?” I growl.
“I…” he stutters, “I didn’t really feel anything.”
I glare at him. “Nothing.”
He shrugs. “Sometimes it would turn me on… Usually I would hold them. I would rest my head over their hearts and listen…”
“Waiting for it to stop,” I whisper, fascinated. Disgusted and so goddamn mesmerized.
My stomach rolls.This is the man I’m developing feelings for?? I can’t. I can’t have feelings for him. He’s a monster.
He might try to kill me.
A chill zips up my spine and darkness flashes in my mind.
Struggling against the restraints. Pushing and fighting, straining to break free.
My fingers absentmindedly lift to the scars on my throat.
“If you’re trying to find remorse in me, you know it’s not there,” he seethes, and I snap back to reality. “Iama monster, Lem. I know it and you know it. Why is this a problem all of a sudden??”
“Because you’re sick, Felix,” I sigh. My heart is tired. “And I don’t want you to infect me.”
His eyes round and glisten, chin wobbling in his obvious suffering. But he covers it up with animosity. “Fuck you.”
I stand up fast. Because I can’t fucking sit here and look at him like that anymore.I can’t see his face. This is too much.
