The parking lot is empty when we pull up to the building. The only light is a faint, dim one from within. Harlow’s phone rings as she’s turning off the car and when she answers it I can hear Evie’s voice on the other end as she puts it on speakerphone.
“All the security cameras have been disabled. But Harlow, he had the one in his room turned off for the past hour. I don't like the feeling it’s giving me,” Evie warns, concern lacing her voice.
“We’re about to head in. I’ll check it out,” Harlow says, before hanging up and turning to us. “Alright. Clean up crew is on standby. I told them it's gonna be a deep clean. So let’s have some fun.” Her smile is filled with so much child-like excitement it's like we'renotabout to brutally torture and murder someone, but instead, are on our way to Disney World.
We silently make our way into the building and head for the only room with a light on. I spot her before Harlow does. She's hidden from us. The chair is turned around so that the back is facing the door, but I see some long brown hair hanging over the side of the chair. Beast roars from within, demanding to come out and play. So, I decide to let him help me out on this one.
We dart past Harlow and barge our way in. The good ol’ doc’s head pops up in horror when he sees me. He tries to climb off her, but he's not fast enough. I grab ahold of his white jacket and rip him away from her, and send him flying to the ground. Harlow is hot on my heels.
“Fuck!” she hisses. “Don't look. Her breasts are out. Give me a second.”
The doc tries to scramble to get up, but I kick him in the face, forcing him to fall back down on the ground. Blood spurts from his nose as he cries out.Fucking pussy.
"Dean,” Harlow says. “She’s passed out cold. I don't think she's going to be waking up any time soon. Can you take her to another office? One of them must have a couch she can sleep this off on.”
“Of course,” he says.
I don't see what's going on behind me, my attention fully focused on this nasty pig on the ground in front of me, crying like a little bitch. When he’s dumb enough to try and move again, I pull my gun out, remove the safety, and aim it at his head.
“Please, it's not what it looks like,” he blubbers, bloody snot running from his nose.
“So you weren’t sexually assaulting that poor girl before we walked in?” Harlow questions in a casual, curious tone coming to stand next to me, and cocking her head to the side.
“No, no, I was just fixing her teeth, doing a root canal,” he insists, his eyes shiny and wide with fear.
“What kind of fucking root canal calls for the patient’s breasts to be out!” I roar, making him flinch back as he lets out another sob.
“Look, no matter what you say, you're not going to convince me otherwise. We know what we saw. But even if you were telling the truth and‘only fixing her teeth’that doesn't change the fact that you sexually assaulted dozens of other people. And you see, I’m the person who puts vile creatures like you in the ground, so you can claw your way to hell where you belong,” she snarls, bending down and pulling something from the bag she brought with her. It’s a syringe. What's inside? I have no clue.
She rams it into the man's neck and within seconds he flops to the ground, his eyes wide but he doesn't move or make a sound.
“What did you give him?” I ask, watching him stare at the roof, just blinking.
“A nice dose of Rohypnol. Can you toss his nasty ass in this chair, so we can get started?” she asks. I can tell her mindset isn't how it normally is, she’s not having fun or being playful during this kill. Catching a kill in the act is hitting a little too close to home for her, and I hate seeing her upset like this. She usually gets a high from these kills, but this one is going to be more business than anything. At least we can make it hurt.
I pick him up and toss him in the chair, moving his arms around like he's a puppet, making myself laugh as Harlow sets up the tools and rummages around the room for things she can use.
“Hey,” I say, coming up behind her, placing my hands over hers to stop her from rearranging the tools for the fifth time. She’s vibrating with fury right now as she tries very hard to keep a level head so she can do her work. “We will have our fun and make him pay.” I kiss her neck. She relaxes into me, letting out a frustrated sigh.
“We were almost too late, Neo. If we came five minutes later, he would have raped her,” she whispers.
“But we weren't late, baby. Wedidsave her.” I kiss her neck again, running the tip of my nose up her neck as I rub her arms trying to keep her calm. She’s been killing people like the monsters who had hurt her for years, but I don't think she's ever caught one in action before. You might expect her to be in full Queenie mode right now, but I think this has brought her mind back to that prison, even if it’s just for a moment.
“He still touched her, Neo. And he’s going to fucking pay for laying his hands on her and all his other victims,” she growls.There’s my Queenie.
She grabs a pair of gloves, slips them on, and grabs something from the counter. Harlow lowers the chair so that the guy is leaning back a bit before yanking on his jaw and shoving something in his mouth that will keep it wide open. He whimpers, his only way to protest while his eyes rapidly look between me and Harlow.
“Alright there, sir, just lay back and relax while Doctor Queenie does her work,'' Harlow says, holding up the drill, making it go off so that the sound echoes through the room. “Buzz-buzz.”
It’s going to be a good ol’ bloody night.