What the fuck was he talking about?
“No. Of course not.”
His hand shot out and wrapped around my throat, his punishing grip bringing me to my fucking knees.Is this what it felt like to submit to someone?
A small pang of fear worked out of me as I stared up into his bloodshot eyes and saw the manic delusions swirling in his steely gaze.
“Don’t you fucking lie to me, Wasp.” His fingers dug in deeper. “Somebody fucking knows.”
“Nobody fucking knows!” I yelled back. “I haven’t told anyone.”
“LIAR!” he screamed, punching me again.
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you fucking high?”
He smirked, it was full of delusions and conceit. “So what if I am? I need to do something to take this edge off. The constant nagging voice inside my head that keeps taunting me and telling me lies. Drugs and alcohol help,” he bit out, his grip never lessening.
“Well, I haven’t told anyone shit,” I choked out, barely able to breathe through his strengthening fingers. “You’re fucking delusional.”
“Then why is the body gone?” he asked, his eyes growing with rage and discontent.
“What the fuck do you mean?”
“The body is gone,” he said in a more hushed voice. “The graves have been dug up and the body parts are missing.”
Fuck.
“I don’t know, Sabbath. I swear to you, I haven’t told anyone shit!”
He didn’t believe me. I could tell by the way he seemed to be thinking of the many ways he could rip me up and dismember me just like he did...
“Where’s the body!” he raged.
“I don’t know!”
His fingers dug in, and my head started to swim into an unfamiliar darkness, spots dotting my vision. Then my thoughts filtered back to that night in the cabin...
“Yo, Sabbath, where you at?” I shouted once I crossed the threshold of the cabin’s doorway. The whole cabin was dark as fuck, and the only light was coming from the backroom that’s door was currently closed.
“Sabbath?”
I heard what sounded like soft moans coming from behind the door. Whimpers of pleasure? No. Murmurs of pain? Maybe.
Pushing open the door, everything fucking stopped when I saw the horror show splayed in front of me.
Sabbath was sitting on the edge of the bed, blood coating him from head to toe. Behind him was a murder scene. Blood trails tracked up and down the walls of the cabin. There was a lifeless body staring dead-eyed at the ceiling with numerous stab wounds shredding through the decaying flesh, and all the wounds were oozing with blood, soaking through the mattress beneath it.
My stomach coiled, and I turned, vomiting the contents of my stomach just outside the door.
“Sabbath, what the fuck?” I sputtered out, too shocked to understand what the fuck had happened.
There were bloody footprints tracked around the bed, and obvious pacing trails worn into the dull creaking floorboards.
“She’s dead,” he said, choking down what sounded like a sob. “The fucking lying, deceiving little bitch deserved it.”
Nina’s lifeless body was sprawled on the bed, naked, her stomach with the most puncture wounds of them all.
Wait... wasn’t she pregnant? Oh no. Fuck. Anything but that...