Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-one
Peyton
He knows exactly what he’s doing; he knows where to make a person bleed, how to ensure it’s a slow and steady release of blood.
I can already feel myself nearing unconsciousness, whether that’s from the blood loss or pain, I don’t know.
Maybe both. I’m desperately trying to find ways to survive this, but I’m coming up empty.
I can’t get free, no matter how much I struggle, and believe me when he first thrust his knife in me, I struggled.
I need to try and keep him talking, to distract him, I’ve got to try and stay conscious.
“Who-who will y-y-you show off too?” My voice is a stuttered whisper, it doesn’t sound anything like me, it’s another sign of how little time I have left.
“Oh don’t worry about that.” He points the blood stained knife behind him towards a small table against the wall.
There’s a phone propped up, a little red light shines from it; he’s recording this.
“I was going to bring him here, I was going to make you watch each other die. But, I’ll be honest, he’s a big motherfucker, I don’t think I could have taken him.
” He must be talking about Bennett, at least I know he’s okay, that gives me some form of relief.
“Don’t worry, though. I’ll send him my little video, we don’t want him missing anything.
What do you think will be his favorite? The torture now, or the rape that you’ve still got to come? ”
A cry leaves my lips, not at what’s happening to me or what I’ve still got to endure. No, it’s the thought of Bennett seeing it, of him watching what’s happening to me. After everything he went through with his sister, I can’t bear the thought of him going through it again with me.
My eyes find the camera and I mouth the words I can’t tell him in person. The words I wish I had a lifetime to repeat.
I love you.
Bennett
After half an hour of driving at break neck speed, I pull into an old farm that doesn’t look like it’s seen a living person in decades.
I stop the car at the bottom of the drive and turn the headlights off.
I don’t know what I’m walking into here, and I need the element of surprise.
Peyton might have left me if she’s worked out who I am, but she wouldn’t have left her work colleagues mid-shift.
The fact none of them know what’s happened is a sure enough sign that something is seriously wrong.
I open my door and exit the vehicle, being sure to stay light on my feet and press the door closed quietly.
I move to the grass that runs along the drive — I can move quicker on there and still stay silent.
Reaching the end of the drive I’ve got several directions I can go.
There’s the main farmhouse and several outbuildings that are spread out.
Shit. I come to a standstill and quiet my breathing, trying to pick up the slightest noise, the slightest clue as to where she could be.
I move slowly towards the farmhouse, hoping they’re in the most obvious place.
As I approach the door a cry rings out in the air, a cry that sends chills down my spine, a cry that came from the woman I love, a cry that resembles the sounds from my victims. I turn on my heel and run towards the sound.
Hold on, sweetheart, I’m coming. Just hold on.