Page 63 of Mara
Just like when the masked man had me in his clutches. I started to cry, my tears blending on my cheeks with the droplets from the sky.
“Damn you, Jinx,” I said. “Damn you, Gianna.”
I hated everything right now. My sister was missing, her baby was fighting for his life in the hospital, and now the one person…albeit insane…that made me feel safe was arrested.
I swallowed my fear.
I knew with all certainty that the masked man was watching me somehow. He knew what had happened, and I knew…
I was next.
Itried not to smile in the back of the police cruiser. The cops fell right into my trap. They followed my trail and played right into the hand I dealt them.
So nice to be able to rely on our justice system after all.
They had no evidence.
It was hearsay at best, and when they searched my home, despite the dungeon in my basement, they would find nothing.
It hurt me to leave Fluffy for this, but I knew that because of his rare breed, he would go to an exotic pet collector. They would treat him as well as I had.
When this was all over, I would find where he was sent off to and retrieve him. It wasn’t goodbye. It was just a ‘see you later, friend.’
Mara would soon find her video and understand what had happened to darling Gianna. The trail to her body would be a simple job for the cops to find if they weren’t stupid as fuck. Regardless of finding her body, I doubted it would make a difference in the court.
To everyone, they would see me as guilty—an insane man who snapped and killed his girlfriend and child.
It was ironic that I would let the public finally see who I truly was. It wouldn’t be for long.
I pictured Mara’s face as the police car drove away. It would be a mix of fear, anger, and confusion.
She believed I was her protector. I had saved her from a masked lunatic. She had no idea that it was really me. The trap was set, and my prey was in my grasp.
I would keep that secret well hidden until I could finish my game with her. Now that Gigi was out of the way, I only had to get my Little Reaper to succumb to me. She was going to be such a good little nurse for me.
I pulsated in my jeans at the thought of her caring for me daily, no time taken away from watching her now. She would be in my sights at all times.
I would end up at Wellard, the asylum fit for the criminally insane. Her perfectly imperfect home away from home.
I didn’t know how long it would take her to collect enough evidence to free me, but I knew I would enjoy watching the rat run on her wheel.
“Can I get some better tunes, boys? This shit is what my grandma would fuck to, not my style.”
“Shut the fuck up, pretty boy,” one of them barked.
I snickered but let it go. We weren’t going to be inside the SUV for long. They were taking me to cells for now, and I would have some swanky douche-canoe trying to get shit out of me tomorrow.
It was the usual, break-them-to-bribe-them bit.
I wasn’t going to say a word. There was nothing anyone could do to break me. I needed to play this smart and demonstrate my intellect by remembering my rights and sticking to my own plan.
I think these cops knew I would be difficult, and that was why they were so rough with the arrest.. I could get out of the trial in general by revealing the beating they gave me to the lawyer, but that wouldn’t get me into Mara’s world.
These pigs were a lot of fun to play with. The hardest part of this was not razzing them further. I am sure the donuts on the ground would have offered some wonderful jokes.
The fat ass in the passenger seat got a call and clicked a button on his radio. “Yes, boss. We got the fucker. He was wandering the woods alone. Looks like he got clawed up by a bear or went on a suicide mission.”
I smiled, the slice in my chest bringing back those sweet moments with my Little Reaper.
