Phonophobia [RE-WRITTEN & EDITED] 📗

Prologue.

Payne

"Please let me go, I promise - no, no I swear I won't tell anyone, not even the police." The idiot begged making me sigh as I grip my temples.

So damn noisy.

"What was your name again?" I ask him as I use the nozzle of my gun to push back his face so I can have a better view of the fucker.

"K-Kieth, sir," He cried out, his hands pressing over his bullet-ridden thigh.

"Kieth?" I call.

"Yes, s-sir?" He answers sniffling, his eyes clouded with more painful tears.

I fix the silencer on my gun and point it at him which makes him shake his head so hard that it sends droplets of tears and snot flying in the air. Gross. 

"You made her cry," I told him.

"I didn't mean to," He wails like a toddler as he helplessly forces pressure on his thigh which has three bullets inside it. "I didn't mean to make her cry, sir."

"Then why did you touch her? What made you touch her in the first place?" I ask again.

He shakes his head as he answers me.

"I-I-I must h-have been out of my mind." He tries to redeem himself. "It was a mistake!"

I cock my head to the side and flash him a humorless smile.

"Then I hope you understand, Kieth, that I'm also a motherfucker who loses his mind from time to time. Just like you." I tell him and before he can speak again, a shot fires, and the floor in my warehouse is decorated with more brains.

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Maryam M. B. 🖋