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“Holy shit,” Eveline whispers, hand coming up to cover her mouth.
I keep staring at the stretcher, the world feeling as if it’s been swept underneath me like a rug until I’m left stumbling in the aftermath. Fighting for a chance to stay alive.
“Isn’t that the guy….” Eveline trails off.
“The one from the circus.”
The guy who threw a dart at my face, nearly hitting me, refusing to acknowledge the fact that he could have hurt me. I slump against the bench, dread seeping into me. The sight of his mangled body will forever be imprinted on a mind. Blood covered his entire face, eyes opened wide in shock, throat sliced open with dried blood covering every inch of skin.
And he had been inside the slaughterhouse.
Was that why the smell was so real? Because itwasreal?
I hunch to the side, retching again until only bile escapes my mouth. The pharmaceutical approaches me, offering a water bottle which I heftily drown down.
Ifuckedthe guy who did that. I let him near me… let himinsideme, and all the while I was close to him, he made me feel safer than anyone has ever made me feel. He sparked that life within me that has been dead for so long.
A headache forms at my temples, feeling as if it will split my skull open. He could have killed me.
And yet, he didn’t.
Panic flares inside me, numbing all of my senses as I fight for breath that won’t easily come.
“Shit, Nadia. I’m so sorry I dragged you through this.” Guilt flashes in her eyes.
“I’m never listening to you again,” I mutter, a smile forming on my lips despite the severity of the situation.
“You’re forbidden from making plans again, little pumpkin,” Zack grumbles, nuzzling his head in Eveline’s hair. “I can’t believe we didn’t get to finish all levels and get our rewards,” he continues. Eros is somewhere far behind, talking to a cop.
The rest of the night is a blur of statements and medical check-ups in the back of an ambulance outside of the haunted fair. Police tape covers the entire surrounding area, letting everyone know it’s an ongoing investigation.
When I’m finally allowed to go home, promising the cops Iwill phone them if I remember something more from the night, hesitation makes me want not to go home.
Why did I even lie to the cops? I could have told them what he looked like. I could have helped them arrest him.
And yet…
I exhale heavily, remembering his last words to me before leaving me all alone in the barn after the best orgasm in my entire life. “I told you that you knew my secrets.”
He was a killer all along.
Chapter 10
Nadia
An eerie stillness settlesover the office as I turn off the music blasting from the speakers of my laptop, ready to head home for the day.
My nerves are all jittery, much like they’ve been since that night.
It’s been exactly a month since Halloween, the night everything turned upside down once more. The cops still have no leads on who the killer is, and no one has been arrested. I’ve had so many chances to tell them the details of his appearance. Give them what they need. But every time I think of doing it, that sense of betrayal slams into me, coming at me with the force of a train at full speed.
Which is absurd. He showed no remorse when he killed those two people at the haunted fair last month.
I drag my fingers through my hair, tugging at the roots, and exhale in frustration.
I could have told them. Could have helped them catch him and throw him in prison, but I didn’t. I have no plans of doing it, either. Because a part of me can’t forget how alive he made me feel. The sex, intimacy, and orgasms were the best ones in my entire life.
Fuck, this makes me as complicit as him.
