Page 4 of Breaking Sanity

“Well, I was supposed to go for a weekend getaway with this guy I met on a dating app,” I begin.

“Please tell me you had met him in person prior?” Declan uses his exhausted dad voice while pinching the bridge of his nose.

“No, but that’s not the point,” I continue.

“Jesus Christ,” Titus exclaims.

“Anyways, he showed up at my apartment because he said that the park and ride was full. H-”

“Did you give him your address,” Killer butts in.

“I don’t remember, honestly.” I cross my arms back over my chest and pop out my hip. “Do you want me to finish? Or are you just going to keep interrupting me?”

“Proceed.” Killer gestures.

“I opened the door when he knocked and turned my back, which was a terrible move because he tackled me before I could get to my phone. He whispered that he was here to collect for the Fallen. He sounded familiar but I couldn’t place his voice.” I awkwardly laugh before continuing, “well once I got out from underneath him the first time, he pulled abandana over his mouth so I couldn’t see his whole face, just his eyes. I swear he had to be smiling with how his eyes lit up. We fought and after Babe Ruthing him in the stomach with my vacuum cleaner, he threw me on the floor next to my couch. My very reliable cast iron skillet was underneath, and I hit him a few times, knocking him out.”

“Well from the looks of it you did put up one hell of a fight,” Titus says.

“You always leave kitchenware under the couch?” Killer sounds suspicious.

“I’m a woman. I have weapons stashed throughout my apartment in case of shit like this,” I defend my oddness.

I have done it ever since I moved out on my own. I go around the house reenacting home invasion scenarios just to hide weapons that are easy to grab. You can never be too careful.

“This happen often?” Killer cocks his head.

“With her,” Declan laughs. “A lot.”

“Okay, rude. A lot is an overstatement”I throw back at Declan.

“What else,” Titus asks.

“I searched his cargo pants pockets but only found a set of car keys. I bolted after he started to stir, so I wasn’t able to pull the bandana off to see his face.”

“Back track, what do you mean he sounded familiar?” Killer sits down at the table chair. It creaks underneath his perfectly toned ass but shockingly doesn’t snap. With him sitting on the chair, it almost looks like the remastered cover to Kindergarten Cop. Though, Killer is way sexier than 1990’s Arnold Schwarzenegger.

“Like I know I’ve heard that voice and seen those eyes before, but from the brief look at his face I didn’t recognize him and the ones on his profile were blurry. But I would never forget a deep panty-” I cough, interrupting myself. “I mean his voice was one no girl could forget.”

“So, you think it’s someone you fucked before?”

“Okay, no need to be crass about it, Declan,” I snap back at him.

“That list isn’t very big, plus it’s a guy so that deletes a third of your body count, right,” Titus snickers.

“Oh, fuck you both! Both your body counts are triple what mine could ever be.”

“Which one of her exes would work for them,” Declan asks.

“Not sure but she has perfected the art form of pissing a guy off in .2 seconds so any of them could have volunteered.” They both chuckle like they are the funniest guys in the world.

“Okay, before we keep ripping on my oh soglamorousdating history and not-so-stellar personality traits, can someone tell me who they are?”

“They’re a secret group that are paid to kill people, women specifically,” Killer explains, interrupting their laughter. “But it’s not the typical killing contract. The payor chooses the duration starting at minimum a year then goes from there. The Fallen get to decide how the woman suffers and ultimately dies.”

“So, someone hired these guys to kidnap me and torture me for however long they pay for,” I ask. Killer nods in response. “Fantastic!”

“The man who attacked you, what color were his eyes?”