Page 59 of Sin & Fall

Christopher starts to stir behind us. Detaching myself from Chloe, she goes back to her search, and I head to the foot of the bed.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead!” I clap my hands, and he startles.

Blinking slowly as he looks around, Christopher spots me, and discovers he’s tied down when he tries to lunge for me. He looks terrified of me, but there’s no recognition in his eyes. He catches sight of Chloe and glares at her.

Stepping into his view, I say, “Don’t you dare look at her.”

His eyes stay on me as I slowly walk over to my bag that’s open on a table. There are plenty of options at mydisposal since I didn’t get to use everything I wanted on Walter or Jackson. To start with, I settle on a screwdriver and a pair of scissors.

Christopher shouts something at me, but it’s too muffled behind the gag for me to hear, and honestly, I don’t care what he has to say. All I want is his silence. His death.

“Cat got your tongue?” I mock him. “You don’t remember who I am, but you knew my sister, Kat. She was good friends with your daughter, Ali.”

His panicked expression tells me he understands exactly why we’re here.

Ignoring his cries, I hum to myself as I cut off his clothes. Once he’s naked, I turn my nose up at his tiny dick. Taking hold of the soft flesh, I instantly regret not bringing gloves for this part. I don’t want to have to touch it, but sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

He starts bucking, trying to knock me off him as he gargles out the usual cries for help.Get off me! Let me fucking go! You’re going to regret this! I’m sorry, I won’t tell anyone! Blah fucking blah.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m gonna miss.” I bring the screwdriver toward the head of his dick, and he freezes when he feels the metal touch the tiny slit. “That’s more like it.”

His eyes go wide and his face, which is already blistered and pink, turns bright red as I slowly insert the screwdriver.

“I doubt I’ll be able to get more than half of this in your tiny dick.”

He shrieks as I keep pushing.

“Zack, wait!” Chloe shouts, and I stop.

“What’s wrong?” I quickly turn to her, worried she’s been hurt.

In her hands is a well-worn notebook, and on the table behind her is a box full of video tapes.

“There are easily over fifty names in here, Zack. All with different dates recorded next to them.” Her voice wavers, and I know there’s worse news to come. “They go back to when his daughter was a little kid. That means…” Sad eyes meet mine.

“That means the fucker was doing this for years, hurting whoever he could get his hands on no matter their age. Isn’t that right?” I spit at Christopher. He’s too busy writhing and gawking at his blood-covered dick to reply.

“Zack, there’s something else.”

“What?”

“Your sister’s name is in here more than once.”

Taking the notebook from Chloe, I scan through until I see every repeat of the wordsKatherine Vaughn. The need to vomit comes on quickly, like it did the day I found out my sister’s dark truth, but I hold it back this time.

“Should we give it to the police?” Chloe asks, doubting who to trust with the information.

I look her in the eye, and hand it back to her. “I’ll leave that choice up to you.” She holds it close to her chest as she contemplates what to do.

I’d be content with burning it all, but if she needs it to deal with her own monsters then I won’t take that from her.

I may not need answers, but Chloe does. Using the scissors, I cut the tape from Christopher’s mouth, slicing his lips a little in the process.

“Oops,” I snicker.

“Take it out! Take it out! Please, please, please!”

“This?” I twist the screwdriver in his dick, and he wails.