Pain-Killer (A Miss Hyde Novella Book 2) Page 6
The beeping sound startled me, causing me to nearly jump. I had completely zoned out and the minutes it took to thaw out the heart of the man whose name I didn’t remember had went by a lot faster once I stopped watching it. Would it be morbid to start writing their names on the plastic baggies?
I pushed the thought away. It didn’t seem like something I would think about as long as I was myself, but I wasn’t really was I? No. I was a mixture of two people. One that was successful and a law abiding citizen. One that was a murderer, cold and unyielding in how she killed. She didn’t forgive, and she didn’t forget.
My hand jutted out towards the microwave door with greedy fingers, and I began to fade to the background, only able to see and feel but that was the extent of it. My hands removed the bag, and the sane part of me wanted to gag, but it was swallowed down by the part of my soul that only saw it as a delicacy. Why did she even need it? There had to be a reason. As if she had actually heard me speak she answered and I felt my lips move with her words.
“It’s a part of who we are, Blythe. You might as well get used to it.” She paused, holding the raw and warm heart in her hand. Thank goodness it didn’t beat. Her breathing was heavy as I listened, trying with everything I had to squeeze my eyes shut but nothing was happening. “Because I’m not going anywhere, no matter how hard you fight me. I’m a part of you.” She let a deep breath out as she held the heart up in front of my face so I could see it clearly. “Heart and soul.” As she moved it closer to my waiting mouth she added, “And I’m going to show you a little something that’ll tell you exactly why you need me.”
The heart met my lips, and my teeth bit into it, my jaw moving with a tension that I knew I had to be causing in some way. I just wasn’t sure how since I couldn’t even shut my eyes against what I was experiencing. There was a burst of iron, warm in my mouth, which rolled over my tongue and down my throat. My vocal cords vibrated as she moaned in delight. She was almost giddy with joy. That was when images began to flash across my mind like a slide show. I saw Kyle. I saw the bartender. The bartender with the kind eyes and the full mouth who knew how to mix a Cosmopolitan just right. Just right indeed. Hyde had seen and noticed things that I had not and now she was showing me.
I watched with rapt fascination as their eyes met across the bar when I tossed the drink back without a second thought. That was all I needed to see to know that Kyle and the bartender were working together, but why? Was it just to drug innocent and unsuspecting women for date rape? Or was there more to it than that? There was only one way to know. Hyde finished her gory meal, and we made our way to the bathroom, and we stalked to the sink, almost in a drunken stupor as it ran through our system, replenishing and flooding each cell as we moved. With bloody hands we turned on the water, covering the clean copper in congealed blood from being microwaved. I watched my hands splash water on my face, rinsing the ick away but leaving a little bit of a residue that would need to be scrubbed away. She stood and looked into the mirror above the sink, and we both knew what had to be done. Rivulets of bloodied water ran down my chin, and my eyes flashed between the amber brown and emerald green, settling on the green as I relinquished my body to her for just one purpose.
She walked out of the bathroom and walked to the door to the killing room, opening the door and turning on the overhead light. It shown off of the bright metal of the table, making the red of the walls look even more sinister than it had before. Leaning against the door jam, she crossed our arms and grinned with salacious intent.
“Oh, this is going to be fun,” She said with my voice, tight and joyful. The words drifted off into ominous laughter as a plan began to form and boy was she right. This would be exciting, indeed.
About the Author
Kindra Sowder was born and raised in Rancho Palos Verdes, CA until the age of 12, when her family moved to Spartanburg, SC. She graduated from high school in 2006
With full honors and as a member of her high school Literary Club and the Spanish Honor Society. In January 2014, she graduated with her second degree in Psychology, earning her an AA and BA in the field. She began to write long before this, though, forming the basis fo the Executioner Trilogy at the age of 15. She got married to her husband Edd Sowder in May 2014 and still lives in Spartanburg, SC where she is basing Burning Willow Press. She dissolved her contract with another company, deciding to form her own. She founded the company around the idea that she would be fair to all of its authors and not just a select few. She has decided to show that she has complete faith and trust in her own press by publishing her own works with her own company. She has other works coming soon!