Page 50 of Vow of Vengeance

I'm waiting for him to decide this is fucked.

I'm waiting for him to decide he can't do this.

But I decide it first.

I can't watch two of the people she trusted more than anyone violate her so fucking thoroughly.

Khan raped her. His best friend.

I hold down the fast forward button, watching him switch positions, switch her position, pulling out and then dipping back in. It lasts an impossible amount of time. He's either got the restraint of a saint unable to keep himself from coming so soon, or he took something to help him last. The thought makes my stomach twist.

When he finally begins to thrust into her at a pace I can tell is a point of no return, I let off the forward... just in time to see him collapse over top of her, sweaty and exhausted, laughing.

Fuckinglaughing.

He lifts his head first, staying buried inside her, and appraises her face, like he's just making sure she's still entirely out of it. He must get the confirmation he needs, because he leans down and kisses her.

He kisses her like she's his. Like he's in love. Like they just shared something special and cosmic, like what he did is anything less than the vile fucking thing that it was.

The need to kill is still burning through my veins, stronger than ever. At least one good thing came from watching the video.

I just found my victim.

I’m putting the disc away, trying to decide where to hide this shit until I can come back and destroy every trace of its existence, when I hear the crash.

My blood runs cold, but not as cold as it does when I hear her scream.

twenty-three

Soren

Motherfuckinggod.

If being clumsy was an Olympic sport, I'd medal.

I bite my lip, immediately hating myself for the scream, not being able to bite back the pain. It took me by surprise more than anything when the wall crumbled around me. I'd gotten lightheaded all of a sudden and tried to brace myself against the wall. Unfortunately, I must have hit it harder than I thought I did, because I went right through it.

"Fuck!" I hear Declan shout in surprise, and then hear his footsteps running toward me as I try to gather myself to sit up.

The drywall dust hangs in the air around me, making me cough, unable to breathe. I lift my hand to press it to my mouth and see the nail.

It takes a moment for my brain to work out what I'm seeing as I blink at it, wondering where the fuck that came from. But it doesn't matter where it came from.

What matters is that it's piercing my palm, the head of the nail sticking an inch or so out of the back of my hand. Blood drips down my wrist as I stare, transfixed.

"Shit!" Declan shouts, dropping down in front of me. "What happened? Are you okay?"

His hand closes around my wrist and turns it for him to view my palm, and I see his eyes widen in surprise. He glances around, like he's looking for the source of the nail.

"I just... I fell through." I swallow, looking around to try and figure outwhatexactly I fell through.

One minute I was in my bedroom, throwing the bag over my shoulder. It's probably what made me lose my balance in the first place, the reason I reached for the wall. But I sure as fuck didn't expect to go right through it, like it was made of paper.

I blink, looking around to try and take in my bearings.

The unfinished wood is my giveaway.

The attic.