Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 180438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 902(@200wpm)___ 722(@250wpm)___ 601(@300wpm)
It was very embarrassing having to go on myself, even wearing the diapers they’d put on me after the first time I’d shit myself. I tried fighting back the tears as I began to feel sorry for myself again. That’s an all-day thing for me now in this dreadful place. “And what is that droning noise?” I wanted to cover my ears to escape the sound that had been piping through the walls since the night before.
“Sound? What sound?” She looked at me like I was crazy.
“Do you have to act like a robot bitch?” She was starting to scare me so much that I actually preferred the other annoying one. And why is she smiling like that? Creepy bitch, as soon as they untie me, I’m going to punch her in the face first thing.
“It’s time for your medicine.” I started shaking my head as soon as she started walking towards me with a needle that looked like it was ten inches long. I’ve always been deathly afraid of needles, but there was no escaping her or the look in her eyes that seemed rather sinister if you ask me.
I guess you’d have to be some kind of sicko to enjoy poking that thing in people all day, sick bitch. I felt the sting from the needle, and within seconds my body went limp. “Ryder, I want Ryder.”
“Sorry, Ryder won’t be coming to see you. He’s too busy starting over his new life with the love of his life, Elena.”
“What?” The word was slurred, and I think I felt something wet on my face, like drool.
“What did you say bitch?” There was no heat in my words; my voice was weak.
“I didn’t say anything, Ms. Andrews. Sweet dreams.” Dreams, no, no. Whenever I close my eyes, I see the most horrific things, don’t let me go to sleep, don’t let me go…. I watched her receding back through blurry eyes as she left the room, my screams now trapped in my head.
***
*Lyon*
“Don’t you think you’re going too far?”
“What do you mean, Daddy?”
“What’re you doing to that girl, and where exactly is she?”
“She’s fine.”
“You’re not going to tell me where you sent her?”
“Nope, she likes driving people to madness. Let her see what that feels like. If I told you, you might feel sorry for her and let her out. Besides, Uncle Gabriel says this place is the best.”
“Is your Uncle Gabriel going to bail your ass outta jail?”
“Never mind all that, Daddy, listen. I need you to tell Ryder not to panic.”
“Why? What are you about to do?”
“A lot of things, but first, we need to buy the rights to his music.”
“You what? Why would I be doing that, shi… I mean, why Mengele?”
“Trust me, it’s part of my plan, and besides, you can afford it. Uncle Hank said it was okay.” I looked across the room at Mancini, who was pretending not to know that I was looking at him. “How much is it?”
“One hundred and fifty.”
“That’s it? A hundred and fifty grand?”
“Million Daddy, million.”
“Dafuq, MENGELE.” She hung up on me.
“Mancini, are you out of your fucking mind? You told my kid she can spend that kind of money?”
“She knows what she’s doing.” He flipped a page and smirked. This fuck!
“She’s fucking ten.”
“Aren’t you the one who’s always saying she’s only ten on paper?”
“Who dafuq sent you? Seriously, how did you end up in my life? My hands were already full with her bullshit, but you only make it worst.” The asshole just grinned and kept paging through the magazine he was pretending to read with his nosy ass. “That’s coming out of your cut.”
“Are you sure? Because she’s about to triple that if I know her.”
“How is she gonna do that? Mengele don’t know shit about the music industry.” He gave me a look that spoke volumes. Hitler’s youth know shit about every damn thing. “Fine, but why are we doing this now?”
“She says it’s part of her plan. I didn’t ask, I just gave her the go-ahead, but I told her she should let you know what she’s doing.”
“Oh, so you two decided, and you’re just letting me know.”
“Would you have told her no?” He’s got a point but still. That’s a lotta fucking money.
“Is his shit any good?”
“The kid is the best. But I don’t think that’s the only reason she wants to buy his catalog; I think she plans to trap someone.”
“Who?”
“She didn’t say, and I didn’t ask. Unlike some people, I trust her. I just like to be surprised by her little schemes. They’re doing pretty good on their own, aren’t they?” Of course, they are because you encourage them in their shit, you demented fuck. But I have to admit, though grudgingly, that those three little miscreants have been handling themselves well.
“I guess, but damn, why is she so fucking vicious?” He looked at me as if to say it was my fault.