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It was a sloppy kill, much like how I kill, with very little fucks given. I watched him toss her body into the forest. He didn’t realize I was in the house, but I was already there hiding in Summer’s bedroom.

I’ve never seen her react genuinely to it, even after watching Dani’s father go away for it a couple of years later. And that was over ten years after the killings of 2002.

He never fucking stopped.

I can’t let it fool me. Summer Landry is an extremely dangerous person and just lost her identity. She chose to suppress a memory instead of facing what her father was, and that makes her just as evil as he was.

I hold on to her calf muscles, and she slowly brings her legs down and wraps them around me. I suck on her sweet pussy until she can’t take it anymore. I grip her legs so she can’t move, and she moans loudly.

Everyone upstairs believes she’s dead, but luckily, they can’t hear anything down here.

Once I’m satisfied she’s had enough, I position myself over her body.

“You’re still scared of me,” I murmur. The build up of wet arousal tells me it’s not a bad thing, and who am I to pass judgment on her particular tastes?

“I think I’ll always be a little scared of you, Lincoln,” she says. “How do you feel right now? What are you experiencing?”

I draw in a breath and lay beside her. “Everything, baby. I feel everything. It’s so overwhelming, part of me wants to rip my skin off.” Since waking up a few hours ago, I’ve cried, laughed, and giggled. Every memory invokes an emotional response I lacked before. I’m like a child in many ways, experiencing things for the first time, like candy or potato chips, and I don’t just enjoy their taste, but adore them.

She runs her fingers over the bridge of my nose, examining me. “You don’t need your glasses anymore?”

I nuzzle my nose into her. “I can see clear as day. And don’t ask me to explain that, because I can’t. Sometimes science is unpredictable.”

“Is he completely gone?” A flash of sadness.

“He’s still inside me, but not the way it was before. He’s like a ghost.”

She crinkles her nose. “Do you still hate me?”

The usual dark shrill shoots up my spine and my stomach fills with acid.

I still hate her…in so many ways. “Yeah, I do. But I love you more.”

She purses her lips, not loving my honest response.

I kiss her neck, then her cheek, and work my way to her lips. “I need to emphasize the I love you more, though.”

“What do we do now?” she asks, staring down the dark hallway where Misty is hiding and recovering. A dark flash hits her eyes and her body stiffens. “Misty better still be alive.”

I can’t help but smile. “Yes, Summer, she’s still alive. You’re the only person I have any desire to kill. She’ll be rough for a while; she lost lots of blood, but she’ll be okay.”

She pushes herself up so she’s leaning back on my headboard. “Where is she?”

I study her curiously. “Would you care if I killed her, Summer?”

She narrows her eyes. “What do you mean? Of course I’d care.”

I squeeze her. “No, baby. You wouldn’t, not really. And that’s okay.” I gently brush my lips against her earlobe. “If I admit to sleeping with her, then would you consider killing her?”

Her pupils widen and she slaps my hand away. “No, Lincoln, I wouldn’t. Misty shouldn’t have her life ruined because she had a crush on you.”

Of course, I’m joking, to some extent. But Summer has psychopathy deeply rooted in her family history, and the scientist in me is eager to find out if she’s capable of it.

However, Misty is not the right subject for this. It’s time to let her go.

“Do you think she will talk?” Summer asks.

I shake my head. “No. She understands what she was a part of. If she’s smart, she’ll move away from this cursed place and never look back.”