Chapter 16
CHAPTER
SIXTEEN
Feeling arrogant, I smile to myself, knowing my plan is going exactly the way I want it to. Every detail is falling into place.
Knowing I’m preying on someone’s mind is something I relish.
Making Ryan doubt her sanity? Priceless.
Marley doubting her own sanity? Invaluable.
Causing a wedge between them? Perfection.
This is what I do best in the group, and I enjoy the fuck out of it. I have a dark need inside of me, and this feeds it.
There’s no empathy for the depravity of everything I’ve done.
When I was younger, I would psychologically mess with my parents, then my teachers, and anyone who was near me. It was something to pass the time, like a game.
My parents sent me to specialist after specialist, and they could never find out what was ‘wrong’ with me, why I wasn’t normal like the other children. But I messed with their minds, too. They couldn’t get me out of their offices fast enough.
I’m a killer above all else.
I’ve lost count of my kills, and the only trophies I keep are Polaroid pictures, which are under lock and key. I don’t even share the code with the others.
After the shouting stops between Marley and Ryan, I wait for what seems like almost an hour just to be sure they are asleep.
Locating the handcuffs, I gather them in my hands and put them in my pocket, and I head back to my campsite.
As for you, Marley, count down your days; you’re about to join my collection.