Page 17 of No Way Out
It was so fucking hot, and I couldn’t get the sight out of my mind. I thought I could use what I’d seen, what I knew, to manipulate them into a night we would all enjoy, a night we could all leave behind here.
Then, she killed some kid in a football jersey, and then another. Now, I’d realized fucking with this girl might have been the worst idea I’d ever had in my life.
“Are you done with him?” Harkins asked her, reaching down for my throat.
His teeth glimmered in the light, like a predator ready to howl at the moon. Fingers wrapped tightly around my neck, he applied even more pressure. I scratched out, but his strength was greater than mine. Colorful dots swam over my vision as my blood flow and oxygen were cut off, no thought of mercy to be found anywhere on his face.
“No, he had his fun. I think we should get to have ours now, don’t you?” she asked in a voice so innocent, it could only be a farce.
She split her hair down the middle with ease, skillfully twisting ropes of hair until two braids hung down to her waist. She squatted down in front of me, one knee on the ground as the other splayed out widely, purposefully displaying her messy, still dripping cunt to me. Harkins growled under his breath, squeezing harder and forcing my chin up so I no longer had access to that marvelous sight.
She smiled a wicked grin.
Licking the tip of her knife and twirling it on her tongue before she brought it down to graze the center of my chest, she pressed just hard enough to scratch the surface of my skin. I grunted, less bothered by my suffering than the discomfort of realizing I had fucked with a broken woman. Now, I was truly headed for the unpredictable.
“He likes the chase,” she hummed, one hand pulling on the end of a braid while the other twirled the knife over her knee. “Maybe we should let him see what it’s like to be the prey.” She looked up at Harkins, a malicious smile draped over his face.
“L-let me go. I promise I wasn’t going to tell anyone.” I tried to reason with her, but everytime the clouds uncovered the moon, the light exposed the blood painting her from nearly head to toe.
“She’s beautifully macabre,” Harkins said, as if describing her from his perspective.
“She’s a fucking psycho,” I corrected him before screaming from the burning agony in my foot.
I looked down to find her knife had made its way into the center of my foot. I wailed, screeching but unable to move, as my foot had been pinned to the ground by her knife.
“Fuck! Fuck!” I rasped out, Harkins making no effort to soften his hold on my throat as I writhed in pain like an insect pinned to a board while still alive.
“You thought you could use our moment of weakness for your enjoyment,” she said, all that sinister sweetness devoid from her tone.
“Take that knife out of my foot, you fucking crazy bitch!” I shouted, but she cackled in response.
She spat at my face, the glob landing inside my mouth and over my eyes. “Oh, I’m sorry, does it hurt?” she mocked, pulling the knife out, but before I could even cradle my injured foot, she’d stabbed the knife into the other.
Another scream tore through my throat, uncaring of the pressure from Harkins’ hand as the burn of the knife crushed through my bones. My head was spinning, my body shaking and trembling from the stinging ache, my brain unable to process which foot to focus on. When I thought she would pull the knife out, she instead twisted it, an unrecognizable scream pummeling its way out of my throat.
“You aren’t going to get away with this,” I panted, sweat dripping down my back as I fought my body from going into shock.
My teeth snapped, clicking loudly as she pulled the knife out once more. No ounce of shame was left in my body to prevent the violent chattering as I succumbed to the agony she mercilessly bestowed. Her eyes were black, darker than I’d ever noticed them to be, and when she leaned into the ray of moonlight, I could see the evil embedded deep into her soul.
She’d always been this way.
She was henbane, beautiful but foul in every sense of the word; the closer you got, the more evident it became as its stench invaded your senses. She was wretched, toxic in the worst way possible, but stunningly beautiful from a distance.
I should have left her at that distance, because someone like her was never meant for someone like me. I looked up at Dr. Harkins through my blurred, teary vision. He was looking at her like she was the entire universe, like she was his whole reason for breathing.
Fucking lunatics.
She leaned forward, whispering into my ear, “I already got away with it.”
She stood up, stepping back, and with a gesture of her head, Harkins did the same.
“I’ll give you a head start,” she whispered, twirling the tip of the knife on the pad of her index finger.
“One,” Harkins counted, her eyes going wide with enthusiasm at his desire to play along.
I stumbled back, using the hay to support me as I attempted to stand. My feet burned beneath me, forcing me to drop to my knees with a pained cry.
“Two,” she dragged out with the same, sickly-sweet fake voice she’d used before.
