I wasn’t that type of person.
I promised you what would happen if you didn’t talk to me one day, Pim. This is what will happen.My broken hand flared as I pounded the floor and tried my hardest to squirm away. The dollar in my other palm wasn’t enough to bribe my way free.
My struggles turned violent. But there were two men and one of me—men who’d eaten in the past twenty-four hours and had muscles that weren’t atrophied from malnutrition.I didn’t stand a chance.Darryl grinned as he opened and closed the shears with a flourish. The blades scraped together in a sinister hiss. You ready?
His nails cut into my tongue as he held it firm, not letting my saliva lubricate his fingers. The piece of muscle grew dry the longer he kept it from my mouth.The part of me I hadn’t used in so long was on death row. My silent curse would become reality.
Even if I wanted, I’d never be able to speak again.
I’d gone into this as silence being my weapon. A choice not to talk.Life hadn’t always been so black and white. I’d justified my means even while committing a crime—just like I was doing now.
It made me a shitty human being, but so what?When I was starving and living on the streets, no one gave me a jacket to keep away the snow or bought me a meal to ensure I survived another day.
I was an inconvenience. An eyesore.Even malnourished and far too skinny, she had a certain beauty about her. Her green eyes were the largest I’d ever seen. Her dark hair hung limp and lifeless, but the colour still spoke of a richness that hadn’t entirely dulled. However, that hair prevented my ability to read her.