Page 67 of Sadistic Retribution

I type back:The freshest, most tender meat available.

They respond:I might know someone. What is the purpose for it?

I reply:A little personal?

I know this is a paranoid community.

I continue:Frozen has lost its’ appeal.

A couple of seconds go by, and then they message me an e-mail address. I quickly copy it, and click on the person’s profile, unsurprised to find the account deleted already. Definitely paranoid.

I run the email, hoping something will hit. A disposable one, not shocking. I put my software on it, trying to at least find the original IP address.

Next, I pull up my Dark Web heavily encrypted email. I paste the address into the recipient field, leaving the subject blank.

I type a short message:I was referred by MTObs55D on the Open Market website. I'm looking for the freshest, most tender meat you have. Money is not an object.I hit send and sit back to wait.

While I wait, I run photos of Fiasca through the reverse image identifier program I’ve installed. Not one single hit. Dammit! This was the last thing I could do for the moment. I'll just have to wait for now.

My eyes grow heavy while my thoughts run a million miles per hour. I lay my head back on the headrest, stretching out a bit in the chair. Maybe I can close my eyes for just a few minutes. I'll hear when things come in....

Synn

None of us could get ahold of our mothers. We don’t dare call our fathers. Our mothers may be invisible, but we do still care about them, and their well-being.

Well, except for Razor’s mother. I shudder, thinking about the sick shit the crazy bitch did to him while he was young.

When she was lucid, she was civil enough to him. But when she was tripping out, she did heinous things. There's a reason why he’s obsessed with carrying around a razor blade.

Mine was never around, either—except for the first few years of my life. I still remember how she was back then.

Synn Age 4

“Mommy!” I yell, happiness in my voice. I run to her, where she’s waiting for me outside.

It's such a pretty day, and my mommy looks really pretty, too. She picks me up, spinning me in a circle, making me laugh.

She laughs with me, then puts me down on my feet, making sure I don’t fall from the dizzies.

She is always smiling. She has blonde, curly hair, and dark blue eyes. I hear my daddy say all the time how beautiful she is.

“What do you want to do today, mio figlio?”

“Can we go get ice cream and go to the park?”

She laughs again. “Anything for you, il mio cuore!”

I throw my arms around her again. “Ti amo, Mommy!”

All we can do is wait. It's not like we can leave, so we just have to keep trying to call them. Please, let them be okay!

Hunter

I'm hunkered down in a dark corner, catty-corner to the Director’s office. I'm waiting for the decoy that Jax has ZYGOS setting off so I can get into his office undisturbed, hopefully formore time than I had before. I'm not sure what they’re going to do, but I’m waiting.

“Bro, why are you hiding?”

I startle when Trikk’s voice creeps up on me. I whirl around, finger to my lips. “Quiet! I'm waiting for him to leave so I can search his office.”