Page 36 of Grave Possession (Grave #2)

Chapter Twenty-eight

Mallory

N aked and tied to a chair in the middle of the mill, I watch Officer Johnson pace the dusty, blood-stained floor in front of me.

My noose sways ominously to the right, partially prepared for the statement my death will make.

All he has to do now is secure my neck through the hole and hoist me up, giving the illusion I jumped from the second floor landing.

I wonder what the other women felt in their final moments. How did Victoria feel? Scared? Angry? Peaceful? Void of any and all emotion? I’m a mass of swirling feelings as I sit here, a lamb awaiting the slaughter.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s get this shit over with.

I’m bored,” I feign indifference, huffing my annoyance.

He pauses in his tracks, slowly turning his head to look at me.

I don’t know why he’s delaying this or why I’m taunting the fucking killer, but maybe I can have a swift death instead of a drawn-out painful one if I push the right button .

A sneer curls his lip as he stares me down from across the room.

Ever so leisurely, he turns the rest of his body, strolling over to me.

The back of the chair digs into my shoulders, rope rubbing my ankles raw, metal biting into my wrists, as I try to squirm away from the human piece of trash who’s invading my personal space.

With our eyes locked, there’s only mere centimetres between us as he leans down so we’re face to face.

“I’m wonderin’ if Officer Graves is on his way…

What do you think? Do you think his uncle was able to call for backup before I blew out his skull?

” The amused lilt to his voice threatens to bring up the bile in my gut.

He chuffs out a laugh, “Ya know, I bet it would be even more devastating for him to come across your corpse still warm and freshly eviscerated. He’d have to live every day knowin’ he was just a little too late to save you, and the only family he had left.

” What a sadistic piece of shit. Nox has already been through so much in life, he doesn’t deserve this.

I’m freshly chilled to the bone from this engagement and the thoughts roaming my mind. I know Officer Johnson is right. Judging by the light reignited in his eyes, he knows it too.

Suddenly, sirens are going off. The piercing wail echoing through the atmosphere.

“Shit!” Johnson whisper-shouts. He points the gun in my face, “Don’t make a fuckin’ sound or I’ll shoot stalker-boy between the eyes and take you back to my cabin.

” I nod, watching as he retreats. His form slipping soundlessly through the front doors of the mill.