Page 36 of Cole: Bloodlines
“What?” Her head shot up, eyes wide with terror. “Wh-What?”
“You didn’t think he was just a pretty ornamental piece to brighten up the place, did you?”
“Wh-What… did you do to him?” Savannah’s arms loosened, and she shifted in place, too scared to get near him.
“I…” he sighed and smiled. “… sent him home.”
What did he mean? He let himgo?Why would he do that?
The madman chuckled when she just stared at him, confused. “I’m not sure his husband will have much use for him now—unless he’s into necrophilia.” He smirked. “No judgment if he is. I’ve fucked corpses. Granted, they were freshly dead and still warm, but even so… still dead.”
Dead.Savannah pulled her legs tightly against her again, her mind and body going numb.
“It’s just you and me now, darling,” the man said. “No more boyfriend or big brother to object to our… relationship. I’m sure they wouldn’t have approved, what with me being a fewdecadesolder than you, but most girls like older men.”
Savannah began to shake as a low ringing settled in her ears, muffling the man’s words.Abel… Maddy…She ducked her head and sobbed against her knees.
“Mm.” The man inhaled deeply. “You’re nearly seasoned to perfection.” He stood. “Now, we need just a few extra sprinkles and you’ll be ready totaste.”
The madman left the room.
Savannah burst out crying, screaming against her legs.
Let me die… please, God, let me die! I don’t want to be here-I don’t-I don’t-Please!
Choking on her sobs, Savannah lifted her head and looked around the cage. She crawled unsteadily to the bars and started scraping at them, her nails breaking and tearing until she pulled loose a thick flake of rust that didn’t immediately crumble to the touch.
Savannah scooted back into the corner, chest hitching with sobs. Her hand trembled badly as she began scraping the rusted flake of metal across her wrist, crying and choking as it scratched her tender skin—but as hard as she gouged, she couldn’t break the skin. She screamed and gouged frantically. “Let me die! Just let me fucking DIE! PLEASE!!”
The metal door screeched open, and Savannah gasped, falling silent. Her heart pounded wildly as the man entered with a young woman in her early twenties, bound and gagged, eyes bulging in terror. Savannah crawled forward and gripped the bars, catching the woman’s gaze.
“I wouldn’t want you going into ourrelationshipblind,” the man told Savannah. “A good partner prepares hislover, so she knows what to expect.”
“No…” Savannah whimpered and slid to the back of the cage again, eyes locked on the young woman as the man stripped her naked. The woman screamed and struggled, her cries a shrill wail of terror that ricocheted through Savannah’s head, raking at her sanity.
“Watch, darling,” the man panted as he shoved the woman to the filthy, freezing floor in front of the cage. “Watch how much fun we’re going to have.”
The woman cried, begged, and screamed, but the madman savored her fear and pain as he violated her right in front of Savannah.
Savannah clamped her hands over her ears and squeezed her eyes shut, her cries and screams intertwining with the woman’s. The vile sound of the man’s panting and grunting filled the spacious room like thick tar, solidifying the air, turning it to sludge that slid chokingly down Savannah’s throat.
Stop-stop-STOOPPP!!
The woman suddenly gasped, her cries dying to a bout of low, uneven breaths, shuddering out of her in quickened, erratic puffs.
Savannah’s eyes opened to slits, then widened in terror. She screamed and slammed her back against the cage, hands crammed to her mouth. Outside the cage, the madman repeatedly stabbed the woman while still raping her. A powerful, sickly, coppery odor invaded Savannah’s nostrils, igniting her gag reflex, as blood splashed across the filthy concrete. When he struck an artery, bloodsprayedout of the woman and splattered the bars, flicking droplets onto Savannah’s arms and legs. Savannah’s screams climbed to an ear-piercing pitch as she frantically swiped at the blood, smearing it across her skin.
Panting hard, the man spasmed and came inside the woman’s fresh corpse. When he finally pulled out, he sat back on his heels—and stroked his heavy member with a bloody fist,squeezing out pearlescent droplets of cum that oozed down his shaft, turning pink as it mingled with the blood. His eyes glazed with ecstasy and insanity as he turned his gaze on Savannah. He scooted over to the cage, still exposed, the woman’s blood smeared all over his genitals, and gripped the bars, blood squishing between his fingers.
Savannah screamed and buried her head in her arms.
“Yes,” he moaned, inhaling loudly. “Seasoned toperfection.”
“Where is Angel?” Dane found Devlin at the nurse’s station as he and Cole entered through the ER waiting room.
Devlin pulled them aside. “I gave him a mild sedative. He’s sleeping in one of the rooms.”
“A sedative?”
