Chapter 19
SINN'OUS
His obsession is growing. What started as a need to hunt and kill has turned into a desire to obtain and own.
He wants to own Jasper’s soul.
Yes, he will sacrifice to Satan, but a little quit pro quo will be in order. He’s sure Satan won’t mind if Sinn'ous is a tad selfish with this kill.
It’s been about a week since he offered counsellor Gregory Johnston some asphyxiophilia training, and the weak sap up-and-went on stress leave. It makes you repress the urge to roll your eyes, it wasn’t that bad. In comparison to what Sinn'ous could have done, it was child’s play.
He’d had to find other ways to pass the time. Leaning on anyone who so much as crossed paths with Jasper to gather as much information as possible. Which is why he’s in Isco’s cell having deep-seated judgment thrust upon him.
The scar-covered man is on a level adjoining Sinn'ous’s own, an inner wavelength that links them. Isco is a man of means and a willingness to take whatever he wants. An ex-Italian mafia enforcer.
Sinn'ous isn’t entirely sure why Isco split off from the Italians, he doesn’t know much about the mafia or the man who runs it, Antonio Agosti. And doesn’t need to know considering that particular mafia’s head of operations is based in the US.
Isco’s deep monotone voice drawls lazily over the space between them. “Careful. Or people might start to think you’ve gone soft.”
Now it’s Sinn'ous’s turn to lay on the thick drawl. “Spoken by someone who knows who Sinj is, yet has done absolutely nothing about it.”
Sinj is their small crack in the wall, the bird that doesn’t fit into their caged world.
An undercover fed trying to camouflage as something he’s not.
And thanks to Zayne’s hacker, Sinn'ous knows the secret. A caged secret suppressed by the three of them—and possibly the warden? It’s hard to tell, and not something he’ll be asking Warden.
“I have my reasons.” Isco’s face gives nothing away, his eyes are flat and his posture is loose. This doesn’t mean Sinn'ous isn’t aware that Isco could snap in a split second. They’re a volatile mix standing together, both calculating the other in their game of death.
“And what are those? To have him accomplish what you couldn’t?” Sinn'ous may not know why Isco left the mafia but whispers speak, and he listens to them all. Neither believing nor dismissing any of them. The best way to be prepared for anything is to listen to everything.
Isco’s only response is a crude twist of scarred features into a dark grin, promises of unhinged deeds lingering below the surface.
It’s enough for Sinn'ous to shift on his feet, the hint of violence and death stirring his dick behind the scratchy prison boxer briefs. It reminds him how long it’s been since he had a kill he truly relished in.
One containing a sacrifice of his ideal victim, and not just another victim of convenience.
Sinn'ous leaves Isco to it, having collected all the information the other has on Jasper. Hanging around for small talk is not something he’ll ever do.
The walk back to A-Wing is the epitome of uneventful. The same scenery, same white walls, same grey people, same navy-blue guards living on stern expressions.
A-Wing, however, has a lot more to offer than the corridors. In the shadows of the ground floor Sinn'ous can see his prey in the top cell, eating what he provided.
Sinn'ous has taken to leaving food nearly every meal, he tells himself he does it to gain trust from the skittish doe. But he has yet to tell his prey he’s the one leaving it. And he can’t say why.
Perhaps it’s time for him to provide answers for the boy?
Sinn'ous purses his lips, and is thrown a wary side eye from some passing inmates for his troubles.
He’ll ignore the fact that he has left a joint, and lean on the fact that he feeds the boy so he won’t starve to death. It serves a purpose. It’s not him going soft. He doesn’t go soft, for anyone or anything. He just needs to ensure the boy stays alive.
Sinn'ous is the only one who gets to kill Jasper. And he’s not yet ready. He’s only just beginning to have his fun.
He wants to break his prey. He wants to manipulate and groom the boy into giving him what he wants—
What he wants?
He wants his prey’s death. His prey’s death by his hands.
Wants him alone and isolated. Coming to Sinn'ous for help in his time of need. Wants to see the hope die in his terrified eyes as he figures out Sinn'ous is not a friend, not a savior.
It turns him on just thinking about it. He can’t wait to carry it out.
In due time.
All in due time . . .