Page 33 of Cain

“I believe that what you just witnessed was enough for you to know the answer to that question.”

“So, it wasn’t random,” I mutter to myself. “What does he want to do to me?”

She turns around and leans against the white marble counter, wiping a kitchen knife with a towel. I flinch in surprise. What does she want to do with it?

“Like I told you, you are the first girl he’s brought here.” She wipes it more profoundly and frantically. “I don’t know what he intends to do with you.”

My heart starts pounding yet again. She seems shady, like a lunatic. For some weird reason, she looks worse than Cain. Perhaps he’s the reason she’s like this.

“Why is he doing this?” I keep my voice low.

She leans in, widens her crinkled brown eyes, and gives me a piercing stare as if she’s a crazy woman. “Because he can.”

Shivers run down my spine as her glare remains on mine. I draw myself back. “No one is born a killer.”

“Hm,” she mumbles, turning around and facing the counter. “Mr. Manson has gone through many things. Things that change people.” She pauses as if contemplating. “And along with him, we all changed, too.”

I’m wondering what she is talking about.

“Why is she still here?” A man’s commanding voice pierces the air.

The man is huge, a bit shorter than Cain at around 6’1”, but more bulky and broad. He looks intimidating, too, though nothing compares to Cain and the coldness of his eyes.

Next to him, there’s another dude. He’s shorter and a lot thinner, but something about him makes him more disgusting than anything I’ve ever seen. His dark gaze scans me from head to toe, making my skin crawl.

“Landon,” she says sternly. “Mr. Manson said to drink some tea.” She leaves the knife on the counter.

“It’s time for all of us to return to our rooms,” Landon growls, crossing his arms.

“Mr. Manson …” she says, taking a few decisive steps closer to him. However, he snatches her, pins her against the wall, and sticks his gun in her belly.Oh my God!

“Mr. Manson left me in charge now, so you’d better do what I fucking say.”

“What will you do, big guy? Will you kill me?” she hisses back bravely.

Landon grips her bun violently in his hand. “Do not test me, old lady.”

He is violent towards her. Normally, I would try to defend her, but now my survival instinct kicks in, and all I want to do is stay out of this. I want them to let me out of it. The other guy looks at them with a weird expression, as if waiting for bloodshed.

Then, my eyes fall on the knife on the counter.

Quietly, I get up and take a long step toward the counter. I stumble but manage to steady myself by grabbing it before I fall.

“What the hell are you doing?” the guy barks, looking at me.

“I just stumbled.”

“Get back into your room!” Landon shoves Eleanor towards the corridor.

“You don’t—” she tries to oppose them again.

The man takes out his gun and points it at her, making her stop talking.

While both are looking at Eleanor, I manage to steal the knife and tuck it into the hem of my jeans, hiding it beneath my loose sweater.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Landon asks him.

“Making ourselves clear.”