HeartBeat

Chapter 34

Chapter 34

Ava

I step back and surveyed my work. My aloofness, and the numbness of my happy go lucky feelings, makes a way for habits I had grown into since my childhood.

My body was in a constant thrum of pain, but it was something I was used to. A familiarity that sank me deeper into the person I was before wearing the practiced smiles of Charlotte Bowe.

I watch the girl struggle in her seat, her mouth still taped. She glared, her chin lifted, despite the haunted fear I saw in her eyes, and the tremble in her body. Traits she no doubt got from her father.

The darkened room had exactly two ceiling lights. Both extremely dim. But not dim enough to hide the body slumped and contorted in the corner. The one who had the girl trapped in the steel chair, looking over with growing fear, every time her eyes focused on it long enough.

I fold my arms, as I scan the joints of the budding young woman before me.

"Which limb should I take to your father? I did promise him an arm but, I don't know." I hum.

A sob of horror escapes the barrier place on the girl's lips. I shake my head tsking.

I move forward and rip the tape from her face. She squeals, her eyes damp, as she raises them to meet my hardened gaze.

"Charlotte, why are you doing this? And is...is Nick re...really dead?" She chokes.

I flick my eyes over to the man in the corner. I furor my brows. "Does he look alive to you? I mean look at him, he didn't seem like the most limber of men." I say eyeing her as if she was mentally impaired.

Catherine Scott sobs. "Why? Why am I tied to this chair? Why are you doing this Charlotte? I thought we were friends."

I tilt my head, genuinely curious.

"Taking you out for coffee twice, does that truly count as a friendship. You humans are easily swayed into them. Is that really all it takes?" I find myself genuinely confused.

I remember how Nila and Jessica wanted my friendship, and even after finding out that I was blackmailing his lover, how Liam wanted it too.

Catherine Scott looks at me with her own confusion. She opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

"It doesn't matter. Blame your father for disobeying me. Now which arm is your dominant one. I'll show you mercy, since you weren't the actual offending party." I nod at her.

Catherine Scott releases a scream that rings my eardrums.

"Help me! I've been kidnapped!"

"Someone help!"

I move and grab her face tightly, my hand over her mouth.

"Stop. You'll give me a fucking headache." I say viciously.

"No one will here you. We're about two hours out of city. In a very remote location. No one will be coming for you." I not so gently rip my hand away with a huff.

Her shoulders slump, and her was risen chin falls to her chest, as she sobs.

"Please jut let me go. I don't know what my dad did, but I'm sure he didn't mean it. I won't even tell about Nick."

"Oh, your father meant it." I growled in anger, my pupils' quivers, as more pain zings through me. Growing increasingly annoyed at the suppressers, and the niggling inside my chest and stomach, I return to my earlier question.