Chapter 11
In the dark, a shadow crept toward me.
Just as he was about to slip something around my neck, I snapped on the light with a sharp click.
“What are you doing?” I asked, amused.
Alex froze midair, the rope in his hand dangling awkwardly. He stammered, “Y–you’re not asleep yet?”
I kindly gave him a little lesson.
“Did you know? Long–term nerve damage can cause paralysis in the brain’s reticular system.”
He blinked at me, clueless. “Uh… what does that mean?”
“It means-” I grinned wickedly, “I don’t need to sleep at night.”
Snatching the rope from his hand, I bound him tight, then stuffed a filthy sock from the foot of the bed into his mouth.
I rummaged through the nightstand for tools and was surprised to find a whip, candles, and other disgusting items.
Damn it! The sick bastard had been treating my sister like some porn prop.
I lashed the whip across his back, then lit
Pity that candles weren’t enough,
a
candle and let the wax drip onto his head.
ough, or I could’ve turned him into a full was statis
“Mmphhh!” He writhed like a
From the hallway, Susan’s voice
“Alex, did you succeed?”
cam
uffled cries leaking past the gag.
in a whisper.
I drew on another skill I’d honed in the asy
mimicry. Lowering my voice, I imitated Alex.
“I made it! Don’t worry, leave the rest to me. You
Satisfied, they shuffled off.
o go to sleep.”
I went back to work, the whip cracking again and again until Alex was a bloodied mess.
