Jury moved.
And then.... we all got to work.
I heard a few muttered curses, grumbling, and heard Khal say, “Fucking animal,” but I didn’t know who he was referring to.
It wasn’t until I looked over my shoulder at him after I had gotten through with cutting this piece of shit’s micro penis from his body with a pair of kitchen shears, that I saw he was looking at me.
I had taken longer in my torture of the sick fuck before I stood there and waited.
Waited for the light to fade out of his eyes.
The fucker didn’t deserve a bullet to the head.
No, that would be too merciful.
And for men like him... I wasn’t.
And that was when the two words that Khal had said had resonated.
Fucking animal.
That was what he had snickered while I took longer than the rest.
It had meant to be a compliment... but... those two words... those two words... they hit something deep inside of me.
Into the deepest part of me... the part where only one person resided, Nola.
I didn’t say a word as I walked up the steps and out of the shed.
I didn’t say anything as I headed to the back corner of the backyard.
The back corner was hidden by trees and brush.
The back corner... that was closest to the edge of the bayou.
I stood there.
Unseeing.
Unfeeling.
And thinking one thing... what the actual fuck was I doing with Nola?
When I damn sure didn’t deserve even a modicum of her light.
'I wish I could hurt you the way you hurt me.
But I know that if I had the chance, I wouldn’t do it.’
– Nola’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 12
Nola
I wondered when it would happen.
The moment it would finally start to make sense.