Page 207 of Brainwashed
“I brought you some things to play with,” Lem tells me by way of explanation. We both bend as he opens it and my eyes light up, like a psychotic kid in a cannibal candy store.
There are all sorts of sick devices in here. Knives of varying shapes and sizes, clamps, a bone saw, a meat cleaver, rusty nails… even a spoon.Ooh! Just what I wanted.
“What did you do? Clear out the drawers in the exam rooms?” I chuckle.
“Barely. You know how much stuff is in there.” He grins. “Let me know if there’s something else you want, and I’ll grab it.”
My eyes spring to his, and the words just come out. “I love you.”
As soon as they’re out, I want to reach into the air and take them back. I’m nervous as hell, especially because the last time I said something like that, he disappeared.
But before I can start fumbling, Lem whispers, “I… me… too.” His throat dips, eyelashes fluttering. It’s the cutest, sexiest thing I’ve ever seen when he’s flustered. It’s so rare, I wish I had a camera. He takes a long breath. “I love you too, Felix.”
“No, you don’t,” I mumble in disbelief, shaking my head.
His forehead lines, mouth quirking. “Yes… I do.”
“There’s no way.”
“Thereisa way. Because it’s true.”
“I’m just not seeing how…”
Lem lunges at me, grasping my face to kiss me breathless, just like he promised. He’s tender with it, but still so passionate it does take my breath away.
When he pulls back, a whimper escapes me. “Okay, maybe you do.”
He chuckles, running a hand down my chest to cover my heart. “Now, gut this asshole, babe. I wanna watch you in action.”
An eager smile hijacks my face and I pluck my lower lip between my fingers.
This is gonna be some good old-fashioned, bloody fun.
Over an hour has passed, and Templeton has seen better days.
The things I did to him… They’re melodramatic even for me.
Maybe next time he’ll think twice before raping a serial killer.
Brushing my hair away from my forehead leaves a swipe of sticky blood there that I can feel. Glancing at Lem, I find him grinning. He holds up the camera that the other guy in the room had dropped and takes a picture of me.
“Creating evidence,” I chuckle.
“I’m going to make a scrapbook,” he says, pleased with himself.
My smile sort of fades as I blink at him. “You can… erase the other pictures on there, right?”
Lem gives me a look, stepping up to me slowly. “Of course I will.”
“I don’t want you to look at them,” I insist softly. His brows zip. “I’m serious… It’ll just piss you off more.”
“Baby, I won’t look at them, but I’m just telling you… I already possess the maximum level of hatred for this man.” His eyes flit to Templeton, though there’s a satisfied glimmer at the state he’s in. “And that prick Hassan.” My head tilts curiously. “That’s the other guy who was in the room. He’s some new doctor.”
“What the fuck happened to Johansson?” I ask, my interest finally getting to me.
“He’s still here… I ran into him first when I got back. That’s how I knew where you were. He just sat back and allowed this scumbag free rein over you while I was gone, so as far as I’m concerned, he’s also culpable.” He takes my face in his hands. “I’ll make them all pay for what they did to you.”
I can’t help but smile. “You do remember that I’m a serial killer, right?”
