INSATIABLE [DARK ROMANCE]

Second Thoughts

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Chapter Fourteen

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Inside Jeff's cabin was like nothing I'd ever seen before. In fact not even all the horror movies and serial killer documentaries I've seen could have prepared me for the moment I stepped into the foul smelling cabin.

What appeared to be blood splatters, some old, some new, were all over the room we initially stepped into. It looked like the remnants of what used to be the living/ sitting area of the cabin with a disgusting black sofa that was barely useful anymore due to it's fluffy insides being laid bare for all to see. From what I could tell it used to be brown. There was no way I would be caught dead sitting in that.

And while on the topic of dead things, the house itself reeked of death and decay, like death itself was lingering around waiting for the right moment to strike. I subconsciously pressed myself closer to Masky, trying not to seem too disgusted despite my nose crinkling all on it's own in an effort to reject the smells that assaulted my olfactory senses.

"It fucking stinks in here."

I wasn't surprised in the least that Amy would voice her concerns so openly.

She was somewhat of a badass and I clearly wasn't. 

"Hey hey, ya' shoulda called instead of just popping up like that," was Jeff's response as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck with his knife, "I woulda cleaned up a bit."

Cleaned up? This house needed to be bulldozed.

"No amount of cleaning would've made this place presentable." Amy crinkled her nose and turned to give him a look of disgust,"how do you even stand it here?"

Before Jeff could answer Masky spoke up, "we don't have time to discuss trivial shit like that. I need Zalgo's coordinates, Jeff."

Jeff's face cracked into a smirk and he let out a sharp laugh, "Zalgo huh? Why is that?"

His eyes then shifted from Masky to me and he licked his lips, "you trying to save them? You know he doesn't do that anymore right?"

"I don't care." 

Jeff only shrugged and I looked from one to the other wondering what the hell they were talking about but too scared to speak for fear of the thick disgusting stench entering my body.

Jeff clicked his tongue before letting out a sharp laugh, "Alright, say I did know where to go, what's in it for me if I give you this precious info?"

"I won't let Hoodie string you up by your insides." Masky gritted out, clenching his fists. 

Jeff only rolled his eyes, something that was so creepy it made my body go rigid. Are these guys for real? I really must be in a state of shock.

There are four serial killers in this room alone, not including myself and one of them had a face only a mother could love.

I turned away, trying not to gag but failing as I saw what was at the bottom of the landing leading upstairs.

Body parts? Bodies. Multiple bodies in various stages of decay were strewn haphazardly across the floor and just past the sofa were two more bodies that seemed to still be intact. Feminine and petite, both sporting matching carved smiles.

It seemed like they had been killed earlier, possibly sometime before we arrived. The blood that pooled under their heads, matting their hair, had hardly been dry for long, taking on a deep maroon appearance and their clothes were ripped up to the point where they were hardly covered at this point.