Chapter 29: More Than Bad Dreams

Jenny’s heart pounded as Victor leaned over her, his thin lips twisted in an abomination of a smile.

“You didn’t really think I’d let my lucky charm get away from me, did you, pet?”

His face morphed and stretched as though in a funhouse mirror. Slater appeared over Victor’s shoulder, and the scent of salami washed over her in waves.

“The retard cunt won’t say a thing.” His laughter rang out, sharp and mean.

Rough hands reached for her, and Jenny scuttled backward like a crab, slamming into the wall behind her. The hands grabbed her upper arms, gripping her tightly as the glowing orange circle came closer. She felt its heat and struggled to pull away.

“You see, pet,” Victor leered, wielding the electric brander, “you need to remember that you belong to me. This will serve as your reminder.”