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Before she continues, I hold up my pointer finger, capturing her attention and stopping her next words. My eyes narrow as I lean in closer to her. “What did he do to you, Sweetness?” I growl, low in my throat. I don’t really want to hear this explanation but I need to know.
“That fucker deserves death. I want to kill him also. He’s a disturbed motherfucker. Big time,” Jackson mutters, as hecrosses his arms over his chest, sitting back in the booth seat. My eyes immediately go back to Kata.
“Tell me…”
“He raped me, waterboarded me, whipped me…basically tortured me with Christina,” she says, shrugging one shoulder.
“Wait, wait, wait…who the fuck is Christina?”
Jackson and Kata share a proud smile.
“That’s the charge nurse we killed together in order to get her keycard so we could escape,” Kata replies, as if she were giving me details on her coffee order from Starbucks. All I can do is nod, but my head is reeling.
I need to get to my computer so I can start my research on this place. Wellard Asylum, I think she called it. I need to find out who this Andy person is, where he lives, what his habits are. We’re going to need to sit down and write everything out, so I can begin my investigation. I will be getting rid of every single fucking person who wronged her.
I’m sure there are more people she has on this list. I need all the details. Investigating and searching are what keeps my maniacal mind under control.
My thoughts have my eyes unfocusing as I make a plan and mental checklist of what we need to do next. I know if I don’t start working on a list, my anger and volatility is going to take over.
I was so caught up in my head, that I didn’t notice the table got awfully quiet. When I finally look over at Kata, she has a look of utter disappointment on her face. My brow furrows again, as I lean closer to her. “What’s wrong?”
She shakes her head, looking out away from me. Pulling her face back to me with my thumb and forefinger on her chin, I look her in her eyes, repeating my last question. “What’s. Wrong?” I ask, enunciating each word.
“You’re going to run, aren’t you? You’re thinking of a way to leave,” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. Grinning at her, I lean forward and press my lips to hers in a chaste kiss. Before I pull away, I take her plump bottom lip between my teeth, nipping it hard making her hiss.
“No, sweet girl. I’m contemplating each of their deaths. You’re mine. And I will kill anyone who touches you. Whether it’s before or after me. All of their deaths are imminent.”