“I killed her! The light died in her eyes as the knife sliced into her, her shock making her breathe ‘why?’ as the blood leaked from her wound, her green eyes so expressive, so confused.” I look up at Jenna to Gauge her reaction.
“Ryan,” she breathes, holding up her hands and starting to take a step towards me. I point the knife in her direction, halting her. I must have woken her because her hair is in disarray. She’s wearing a white silk nightgown hanging to mid-thigh and I know she’s bare beneath it; her nipples are hard and pushing through the fabric from the chills racing through her body. She’s trembling, and she should be scared. I want to strip her naked and make shallow cuts in her skin, drawing the kill out, replacing the blood already on my hands with hers.
“Start from the beginning, Ryan. Start from when you were released.”
I smirk in her direction. She’s using stall tactics like a pro. I will start from the beginning but I already know what the ending will be.
Her white gown tainted red.
“I was released after Dr. Leighton showed me how pathetic he was to have others and himself stroke his ego. He believed he could fix the broken boy inside me so I let him.”
“You let him believe he had?” she asks, taking a step to the side.
I point the knife at her and motion to the chair placed at a breakfast table in the far corner of her house. “Sit your ass down.” I stalk her to the seat and then pull my belt free to tie across her. She squirms, asking me why I’m tying her up but I don’t need to explain myself to her, and she’s not fucking dumb. She knew whom she was fucking with; someone capable of more than anything she could ever dream up. I run the blade up her thigh and I’m hypnotized for a second at the sight of her blood
“Stop it. Untie me, Ryan. What are doing? Why are you doing this to me?”
“You don’t fool me, Danielle.” I smirk.
Her breath quickens at my use of her real name.
“So,” I continue, “I was released and the urges were still there. I was so good at restraining them I even impressed myself. I had a few slip-ups. Jodie, for instance.” I wave the knife in her face when she stops paying me attention and looks down at the blood seeping from her thigh. “And then someone,” I tap the blade to her nose indicating I mean her, “thought they would play games with me.”
“I have the right for justice for my brother. Let me go,” she growls, and thrashes at the restraints
“Some people create their own storm and then cry victim when the lightning strikes them. You wanted my attention.” I walk over to her drapes and pull the tie backs free. I bend down and tie each ankle to a chair leg. “You have it.” I use the knife to slice the flimsy piece of material covering her in half, exposing her bare skin beneath it.
“Oh, and here I was thinking you were a natural blonde.”
“Is that what you want, Ryan, to fuck me? You didn’t need to tie me up to do that. Just do it and get it over with.”
I laugh at her bravado
“Where’s the fun in that? You’ve read my file, Doctor. I like pain with my sex, and my subjects tend to move around a lot which can be tricky.”
“So you know who I am, so what?”
“You’re some dead guy’s sister who wants what . . . revenge?” I laugh dragging the blade up her thigh again; a red trail blisters its path.
“Yes!” she sobs. “It didn’t make sense to me why someone would want to kill my brother, and in such a brutal vile way. He was a good man, a good brother.”
“Aren’t we all?” I mock.
The shock must be setting in because the bitch’s eyes focus on a spot on the wall and then she tells her life story to me.
“I always wanted to be a Doctor to help people, but when my brother was murdered and his murderer was deemed a psychopath, unfit to stand trial and sentenced to the institute of Bluewater for the criminally insane, I felt cheated.”
How does she think I felt? I want to poke holes all over her. She’s so annoying.
“What kind of punishment was that? He’s sick so he can’t help it, my grandparents would say,” she says in a disgusted voice scrunching her face up. “I wanted to scream at them HE KILLED YOUR GRANDSON, but they never approved of him anyway. When our parents were killed in a car accident he wanted to keep me with him but they wouldn’t let him, they wouldn’t help him financially and told me I would need to get a scholarship to pay for college if that’s what I wanted to do. My brother said I was his responsibility and he was going to make sure I went to college and become a Doctor.” He sounded like Blake, apart from Blake could back it up; her brother was a drug dealer.