Page 180 of Satan's Spawn
“Crayton, please don’t do it,” I beg, knowing Felix’s death by his hand will only end with jail time. “Don’t let him take you away from me.”
“Listen to her, man!” Felix chokes out, resulting in a boot to the face from Crayton.
“Crayton, he’s not worth it, please. Just get me out of here. I need to leave this place.”
Crayton shakes his head slowly, the violent silence back with a vengeance. Aimed right for Felix Crimson.
Crayton lifts Felix to his knees by his hair, whipping his knife out of his pocket and holding it to his neck.
“Tell me exactly what he did to you, Rebecca.”
“No.” I cry, not wanting to be a part of whatever is about to happen, to be a part of losing Crayton.
Felix has the audacity to look my way with pleading eyes. Seeking my help from the bad guy.
Too bad the only bad guy here is him.
Crayton’s methods are questionable with everything he does, but now that I understand his beef with Felix, and why he wanted me to stay away from him, his actions toward me make a very…crookedsort of sense.
But still, I can’t in good faith sentence a man to die—no matter how much of a piece of crap he is.
“Rebecca…” Crayton warns. “Tell me.”
“You already know what he did to me,” I say on an exhale, feeling depleted of oxygen. “The details don’t matter.”
“They matter to me,” he bites out, slicing Felix’s cheek, making him scream. “So tell me…where did he touch you? If you can’t say it…then fucking point for me. Either way this piece of shit is getting what’s coming to him.”
I know this, yet I still try to find a way to reason with him.
“We can let the authorities handle it, please.”
This makes Crayton laugh. “Right.” Another slice to Felix’s face, lower this time. “Next one hits the neck.”
Crayton has my back against a wall, in both the literal and metaphorical sense. No matter what I say to him, this nightwillend in bloodshed. Maybe I should apologize for what I’m about to do, but I decide in the grand scheme of things, Felix deserves to be punished for what he did to me.
And if Crayton wants to be the one to do it, then it should at least be done where I can stop it from going too far. Because after this, after I watch Crayton torture the man who assaulted me, we’re in this shit together.
If he goes down, I go down.
And what scares me the most is that I’m okay with that.
Because there’s not much I wouldn’t do for Crayton, which is the very reason I always find myself raveled in his treachery.
“First, you have to promise me you won’t kill him.”
His snarl is aimed toward me this time. “No fucking promises.”
“Then no fucking explanation.” I need to know he won’t risk his freedom.
After a few moments of grumbles and contemplation, his lips tighten. “Fuck, fine whatever.”
I inhale a deep crucial breath.
Well, here goes everything…
“He forced himself in my mouth.”
A groan erupts from Crayton’s chest. “What did he force inside your mouth?”
