Page 15 of Feral Monsters

“Why do you look constipated?” Ike asked.

I rolled my eyes. “Fuck you, Ike.”

He grinned then, a smile wicked and full of pure sin. Warmth pooled in my gut, and my cock filled to half-mast.

“Just tell me when and where, little killer.”

“After he takes care of this piece of trash,” Wraith said, looking at my mother, who was watching us in disgust.

“It won’t take long,” I assured them. I twirled the knife in my fingers as I prowled toward her. “I’d ask you if you knew why you’re here, but I’m sure you know.” I pressed the tip of the blade to the inside of her forearm. “Why don’t we see what your insides look like?”

Her blood-curdling scream was music to my fucking ears.