Page 27 of No Way Back
And then, I run, not daring to check if I had taken a life or not.
“Mila!” I scream into the dark halls of the prison, nothing left to keep me from unraveling further.
The glow of the exit sign in front of the stairwell grabs my attention, and I wonder if returning to where the tour started would keep me safer. I’m still holding the ASP in my hand, less from need and more from the simple fact that I don’t think my muscles work on their own anymore.
I don’t know how to drop it.
I’m naked, bleeding, and covered in someone else’s chunks, but I can’t turn back. “Mila?” I whisper, opening the door.
“This is a terrible idea. What if she’s already dead? Everyone else is dead. Don’t be dumb, Naya. Go back into the cell,” I coach myself, hoping that if I say it out loud, I can get rid of the guilt keeping me from returning to the safety of the cell and remain in the fetal position until someone comes to get me.
But Mila.
I’m about to close the door when I hear a faint sound.
My heart sinks, because there’s no lying to myself now.Ican hear her voice.
If I turn around, if I don’t help her…
I will never forgive myself.
So, I take a shaky step through that door anyway.
11
“Ta-da”
Camila
Every time he revs that chainsaw, I want to crawl up his body and fuck his face. I’m already bored with Kyle, and I just kind of need this execution to finish up so I can get under Demetri one more time before the night is over.
“Say the words.” Harkins waits for my signal.
My tongue darts out to wet my lips before I release them. “Rip him open.”
I have to clench my thighs together, watching the way the motor of the chainsaw forces his arms to vibrate. He’s been wielding that thing all night, cutting men down like they’re butter. His arms have to be killing him, but still, he holds it like it’s weightless.
I’m going to marry him, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him. There’s a brief feeling of guilt that I don’t deserve a happy ending because I’m not a good person. But fuck, if there are billionaires out there ignoring world problems they can solve with a quarter of their yearly revenue, then maybe I’m not really a villain.
“Please!” Kyle blubbers pathetically, kicking his legs at Harkins.
“Stay still, or I’ll cut those off too.” His voice is deep, laced with an authority that makes my skin hot. I reach for him, wrapping my fingers over his biceps.
He shifts his gaze down to meet mine, the foreheads of our masks clinking together for a moment before we both pull away. “I love you,” I whisper.
“There’s only you,” he responds before turning his head back to Kyle. “Well, and that fucker, but that’s not for long.” There’s a brief sound of grinding when it catches on Kyle’s pants, and despite Demetri’s warning, he still kicks out in an attempt to push the chainsaw away.
It catches on his shoe, the blade mangling his foot in the process before Harkins pulls it away. Kyle’s blood curdling screams fills the room as he shakes in his restraints, vomiting on his chest.
The saw is clogged; Harkins has to turn it off and pull out pieces of rubber sneaker and bone stuck to the teeth and tangled in the chain. It only takes a minute or two, and then he’s got it whirring again.
I’m holding onto his hands gripping the chainsaw tightly now, like I’m somehow helping or doing anything at all, but it’s incredible to watch. It’s the way the veins on his arms come to life, the way his muscles strain to contain the force of the chainsaw from kicking back at him. It’s like watching fireworks, and when he slides that blade up the crease of Kyle’s pants, it’s practically the Fourth of July. He splits in half so easily, shaking violently against the wall with every inch the saw drags up his stomach. The blood doesn’t drip—itfallsto the ground, splashing at his mangled foot.
He pulls back, and turns to me again, yelling over the saw “Come here.”
He extends his arm and pulls my back to his chest, bringing my hands to the chainsaw’s handles between his. He closes me in, doing the majority of the lifting while my hands hang on to the power tool.
And then, the blade whirs, the chain moving with the purr of the motor. My entire body vibrates, my pussy humming with delight at the feeling. This is the most romantic moment of my life. Together we push the saw up, cutting through his crotch and stomach with far too much ease.
