Chapter 88

• I was covered in blood as I loomed over my victim. If you looked from his neck up, you’d think he just got back from the most wonderful session of sexual intercourse a man could ever have. But below the next was a different story. Currently, I was flipping the last knife I had left in my hand. All the rest were snuggly using the mercenary as a pincushion.
• “I have one more question for you, little prick. You’ve done so well. A few…snags here and there, but over all, you’ve been one of my most pliable victims.”
• He was breathing heavily as he could barely focus on my face. Leaning in, I brushed some of his hair that was sticking to the sweat on his forehead. Taking a deep breath, I smiled.