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Jaasps, and they both lean forward at the sa the screen as a body lies on the floor, jerking, his head tilted back, his face contorting in a duct-taped screaastheher eyes from the screen and finishes the sentence for him "Isn’t normal"

"Yeah" His voice sounds tired Defeated "She isn’t nor her view at thethe screen on the iainst his chest, his ar into his as she buries her face into his ware of the man’s face contorted in pain, branded in her mind, she starts to cry

CHAPTER 94

IT TURNS OUT th is that of a sot the whole digit, so with some substance to hold on to But I don’t Can’t With his squir, and my puny muscles, I have to move the pruners down To his knuckle, where I don’t have to snip through a bone Where I just have to cut through the cartilage of a joint That is easier I am still covered in blood when I finish

Accomplish, e triurasped in my hand He shouldn’t have fucked with Mike Not my hacker, the hway so freely with me I have no family I have no friends Don’t fuck with the only acquaintance onoff a dedicated paper towel for it to lie on Then I rinse the cutters under running water, watching the diluted red water run downthem down into the sink I wipe off my hands and turn back to the man

Marcus Renza I searchIt’s been a while since I blocked him A month or so And we’d had… three chats? Four? He’d wanted to hire me for an in-person session, if I recall correctly I look at thefrorin Guess he got what he wanted My undivided attention, my hands on his skin

I crouch, exa soundlessly as I stare I can’t believe he ca blocked, an act I do to a hundred men a week It seeure,across the space at me, and wonder what took four weeks Why he hasn’t showed up sooner What he found out about th of time What his plans for me had involved I have the bizarre desire to interview him, examine the mind of an evil individual, and compare it to my own I’m certain that evil was his intent Otherwise, why condoet at me online Probably felt disrespected by my block Showed up to fix the situation Reassert his manhood But is it really that si the air Better Still rancid enough toI can’t handle I pull theI stand and step closer

To kill or not to kill? It’d be so easy I could open up my safe and test every blade I have on his skin Listen to his screams Watch the slow slip of death as it claims his soul

I need a ent

I turn away from my prize and sit, in my desk chair Roll back and forth, toward the man Away Toward the man Away He is still Quiet The sniffles stopped The whione This is the moment The moment when the whispers of my insanity are quiet, my hands still, no shudder or shake in their movements I am in control So… nohat do I do?

CHAPTER 95

"WHAT IS SHE doing?"

Jamie and Mike stare, as one, at the screen, this one fro at the ht, chewing on her lip, a blank look on her face "I don’t know…" Mike responds "Looks like she’s thinking"

"About what?"

He shoots her a perplexed look "Do you have to ask?"

"Jesus Should we call the cops?"

"I’nify that with a response"

"We just saw her chop the guy’s finger off!"

"Cut She cut his finger off"