“Great. Now get the fuck out or I’m leaving.”
“Fine,” Gus said, standing up and setting the wrench down on the tarp. “Just make sure she screams, she was adamant about that.” The devil nodded and knelt down next to me again, picking through the toolbox. I started to choke as the blood dripped down my throat. He pushed my head to the side so the blood could run out of my mouth, the spreader bar painfully tearing into the flesh inside of my mouth.
How could someone so beautiful be so evil? I thought to myself. And then I remembered something Bear had said.
He looks like sunshine. Blonde hair and blue eyes. The kind of looks you’d see on one of them TV shows all the teenagers like these days. But that kid’s got the devil in him. Only human lives he values are his wife Abby and now his kid. Jake’s the only person in the world who scares the shit out of me. You know, besides you.
It was my only chance. “Jake,” I said. But I was tired, so very tired, and with the spreader in my mouth it sounded like “gggggggech.”
He ignored me and shuffled through his toolbox and that’s when I realized it was over.
I was going to die.
I love you Bear.