The Removed [Book #2]

It's been a month since the three hunters and Terry's death. Vivian, Graham, and Julia, along with Lewis, have been staying at the Miller house. There has been little news on the missing girls, leaving Vivian to wonder if she should find them.

Then something happened that changed everything.


#1 - BOUND


16. Julia

I took a breath, turned my head, and spoke softly.

“Yes,” I said. “I want to see them.”

He smiled down at me, his eyes clouded. He leaned down and brushed his lips against my cheek, and I recoiled. A sickness stirred in my stomach, and I started to tremble. Partly from fear and disgust.

“What's wrong?” he asked.

I closed my eyes, willing my voice to be calm as I said, “What am I going to find in that room? Half dead girls or full corpses?”

His answer both astonished and terrified me.

“Julia, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you. You don't have to go in there if you don't want to.”

“What?” I said, opening my eyes to look at him. Then I broke. “Who are you? You're the one who kidnapped me. You can't act like that didn't happen.”

His lips dipped into a frown and he shook his head. “I didn't do anything to you. You came to me on your own. Don't you remember?”

“No!” I shouted, surprised when he backed away. “I would never come to you. Not after last night. You nearly killed me, you psychotic piece of shit.”

He scowled at me and started to chuckle. Gripping my wrist and twisting, his face turned dark.”You really shouldn't be talking to me like that. Do you know how easily I could break your neck, you bitch?”

He slipped his fingers around my throat, pressing just enough so that I understood that he was completely serious. As his tough left me, I closed my eyes.

“No,” I whispered.

Before I knew what was happening, the air was knocked out of my body as he slammed me against the wall. My eyes flew open and I gasped. He narrowed his eyes at me and grabbed my chin, digging his nails into my jaw.

He bent his head and his lips fell against my ear. I looked at him, dead in the eye, and concentrated through my fear.

“I said no,” I snarled.

His own body flew away from mine and into the opposite wall. He slid to the floor and stared at me, eyes wide. Blood dripped from his nose. He sniffed and spoke in a growling, hostile tone.

“What are you?”

A slow smile twitched across my face. I knelt down and grabbed a fistful of hair, then smashed his head into the wall. Over and over until I heard a satisfying crack as his skull caved in slightly.

“I'm your payback,” I whispered to his still form.

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