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Unfolding in Chapter 257 of "Tempting Venom": Thatās reason enough for her to die.I lift my gloved hand wrapped around the knife... Keep reading!
Thatās reason enough for her to die.
I lift my gloved hand wrapped around the knife and shove it down, stabbing her in the eye. She screams, jolting awake, reaching, and flailing, but I stab her againāthis time in the other eye, then pull it out.
Killing feels likenothing.
Just like everything else feels likenothing.
The only thing that felt likesomethingwas ripped out of my fucking hands because of this woman.
The only person who could pull at my heartstrings and make me feel alive is now gone, and I donāt know what the fuck to do with my life anymore.
I canāt go back to the way life was before him, because I donāt remember it.
I donāt want to.
āYou called him crazy, huh?ā I ask in a monotone voice as she keeps letting out long, shrill screams.
I cut off her fucking lips. Slice, slice, slice. Then I shove the soggy, bloodied skin down her fucking throat until she gags on it, her screams muffled.
āCanāt call him crazy now, can you, old hag?ā
Stab.
Stab.
Stab.
She stops screaming after a whileādead, I think. What a drag. She shouldāve lasted a bit longer.
That doesnāt mean I stop, though.
I straddle her, slashing her face, her chest. Anywhere I can reach.
Iām drenched with blood that goes into my eyes and on my face, my clothes.
Everywhere.
Doesnāt matter. Iām in a trance, unable to stop as I slash her entire body the fuck up.
āSoā¦violent.ā
My lips tremble at Prestonās soft voice, but I donāt look back at him, and I donāt stop stabbing.
If I do that, heāll disappear.
But Ifeelhim.
His hand wraps around my throat from behind as he whispers in my ear, āKind of hot. Scratch that, itāsreallyhot.ā
āIf I keep killing, will you come see me like this?ā
āMaybe.ā His lips brush my ear. āBut you need to take care of yourself, Marcus. It isnāt like you to be this blasĆ© about your conditioning and your hockey career. You have to feed this beautiful body properly. Also, donāt worry June endlessly. You know I donāt fuck with June.ā
āDonāt go,ā I whisper for what seems like the thousandth time. I feel like Iām always asking him to stay, and he justā¦never does.
āIām already gone, Marcus. Accept that, okay?ā
āNoā