Page 13 of No Way Back
“That’s not what he said,” Camila sings, bobbing her head from side to side.
“I-I didn’t say shit. S-she’s lying!” he stutters nervously, waving his hands in front of him. I press the trigger on the saw, the revving obnoxiously loud with the movement of the chain. “P-please!”
“Said he was gonna fuck my pretty little ass. Didn’t you?” Camila’s giggle is fake, borderline childish. She bends over him with one hand on her knee while the other reaches out to pinch his cheek.
“No, I didn’t! The bitch is lying!” His panicked voice is so honest, I know it’s the truth.
She plops down on the bed and waves her feet back and forth. “Fuck him up, babe.”
I don’t need the command, but once she gives it, I become even more determined to deliver.
She raises her hand up. “Wait!” Lowering the chainsaw, I freeze. “Don’t fuck him up too bad; he’s kinda cute.”
The mask is back on so I know she can’t see the look I’m giving her, but we’ve been together long enough that she can feel it. Her chuckle is so goddamn enticing. “It’s beensolong since I’ve had nearly dead dick.”
His eyes go wide with fear, still halfway horizontal on the floor when he starts scrambling to unzip his jumpsuit. “Y-you don’t have to kill me. I’ll fuck you.”
“Ew.” Camila snorts. “Too eager, buddy.”
I laugh, letting her figure this one out for herself. I don’t mind sharing her, because she always comes back to me.
“What’s your crime, anyway?” She walks over to her ax and lifts it to her shoulder.
“Embezzlement.” He rushes to say it like it’s going to save his life.
“In this economy? That’s all of us,” I add sarcastically.
Camila’s cackle fills the air, the echoing of her amusement driving me to spin and note that we’re nearly alone now. There’s an inmate or two who have selectively chosen to stay in their cells, along with a few obvious civilians who locked themselves away for safety.
She sticks her thumb out like she’s Commodus at the Coliseum about to deliver her verdict. It stays horizontal for an extra beat before she throws it down in condemnation. “Weak. I’d rather stuff my pussy full of microfiber towels. Chainsaw him, Daddy!”
Her glee is contagious, forcing my smile to open from ear to ear. It feels so goddamn corny, so fucking cheesy, like something off Hallmark, and I’m secretly glad the mask is there to preserve some of my dignity.
I love this girl so fucking much.
I rev it up again, and with a slow, steady hand, I send the buzzing blade through the middle of his head. The teeth of the chain catch when they hit the first sign of bone, sputtering for a few seconds before they pick up again and power through. I press harder, the grinding of the blade against his bone almost metallic alongside his screaming. Camila’s chortle is pure delight, she clutches her hands to her chest and bounces on her feet like a kid at a candy store.
Blood and thick chunks muddle the chain when I get halfway through his forehead, his brain gunking up my blade. I pull it free and lift the saw in the air, hitting the throttle to clear out the shit clogging it before I send it down the precut slice again.
His body stops convulsing once the saw makes it down to his throat, the pool of blood drenching the concrete below our feet. I yank it back, turning the motor off and flipping the safety on before I toss it behind me.
I can hear her breathing, choppy and charged with excitement.
“I love you so much.” Her words are labored, struggling to come out.
Every moment is the right one, but none of them are quite good enough.
She deserves magic.
“Did he hurt you at all?” I reach for her neck, my thumb finding the soft skin underneath her mask.
Camila shakes her head. “Let’s go find Kyle.”
But as soon as the buzzer unlocks the gate to cell block C, it’s a different kind of hell. The guards are already dead, bullets in their heads proving that the inmates got to them first, the haunt actors long slaughtered for their weapons. I pull her closer to me, any faint light that had seeped its way into the previous block perishes before entering here. There’s a haunting silence in this block, and with the inmates still behind bars—
“It’s not safe.” I squeeze the top of her shoulder.
She turns her head up to look at me. “What’s in here?”
