Page 60 of Sin & Fall

“Yes! Take it out! P-please.”

“I’ll remove it…ifyou tell us how you know Father Daniels.”

He shakes his head, sweat flying from his brow.

At this rate we’ll be here all day. I pull the screwdriver out of his dick and hold it to his cheek. “Speak now or it goes in your eyes.”

“I-I—” he won’t stop stuttering.

His eyes start to roll back, and I’m about to slap him to stop him going into shock, but Chloe gets there first.

“How did you know him?” she snarls, smacking him twice across the face, and making my heart flutter like a damn schoolgirl.

With his attention on her, he focuses a little more. I can see the cogs coming to life in his head. He’s going to try and manipulate her onto his side.

Not a fucking chance in hell I’ll let him do that.

I inch the screwdriver up so it touches his eyeball, and he yelps.

“Breathe one word of a lie and this eye is getting fucking popped.”

“I grew up with his older brother. We were friends. They would sometimes come to our family barbecues.”

“And what? The two of you would come down here to watch some home movies? Maybe make some new ones? Did you invite Jackson and Walter as well?”

“N-no. They would only come over when my wife was away. She travels for work. She doesn’t have a clue about any of this! You can’t tell her!”

Like we’re sticking around long enough for that.

“What about Father Daniels? Is he on the tapes?” Chloe asks.

“Not exactly. H-he ended up stumbling down here aftera few too many beers and discovered my collection. We found we shared a mutual interest.”

Mutual interest?

“Are you fucking kidding me? A mutual interest is being into cars or baseball, not raping young girls.” Rage consumes me, and I push the screwdriver into his eye. I’ve never heard such a pained scream as I have the one tearing out of Christopher’s throat right now. But it’s not enough to satisfy me.

I go to swap to another tool, and as I rummage through my bag for what to use next, Christopher begs Chloe for his life.

“Get me out of here, please. You’re a good girl, I’m sure. Probably got dragged into this by him. I’ll keep you safe if you untie me.”

I don’t intervene. Instead, I watch with quiet interest out of the corner of my eye at what she’ll do next.

Clutching her chest, she makes herself look so innocent. “You’ll save me from the big bad man? My hero!”

Christopher looks hopeful until she picks up the eyeball-matter-covered screwdriver. She wipes it off on his stomach then circles the tip around his belly button.

I lean back against the table, and watch my fallen angel release the darkness inside her heart.

She kneels on the bed and, with both hands, pushes the tip of the tool into his stomach until she breaks the skin.

More howls fill the room, but they barely register to my ears. I’m hypnotized by Chloe dragging the screwdriver over his stomach multiple times. Once she’s satisfied, she hops off the bed and beams the brightest, proudest smile at me.

Carved on Christopher’s stomach is the word RAPIST.

“Impressive.”

“Thank you.” She curtsies.