*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT*
THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2.
Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo.
"Something can be both delicate and violent"
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Harry lowe...
I've missed you. I'm sorry you've had to wait this long. Writing the last 11 chapters, especially the last 3 exhausted me and kinda spiraled me into a bit of depressive episode. I'm here now though. Let's party.
THIS WILL BE A DOUBLE UPDATE.
Also, my twitter was suspended. So if you haven't been able to find me, my new twitter handle is.
@ mysterymixtape_
I'm an outlaw now.
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HARRY'S P.O.V:
David is waiting to die.
He knows that as well as I do, and I'm glad my face was the last thing he saw before I'd sedated him.
Thankfully I'd kept a lot of my drugs I'd use on the men I'd bring down here when I made my tapes.
I'll be able to wake David up when I get back.
I secured a tourniquet around his leg to make sure he didn't bleed out.
Frankly I'd be pissed if he did.
He's not allowed to be that lucky.
Now he really is getting the full experience of what I'd do with medicine, the gold star treatment.
Some men I'd leave down in this basement for days, or a couple weeks before I'd finally kill them.
David is on the express ride though, he'll only be waiting a couple hours.
Not to worry though, I'll sure as hell make up for that with the shit I'm going to put him through.
When I was sure David was secure and unconscious, I waited outside of the door with Abby; keeping an eye on him while we waited for Jimmy.
Abby was so quiet, and stood hugged close to me like she was scared I'd evaporate.
I couldn't let her go.
I had my arm hugged tight around her shoulder, but I became worried when I let my arm go down her back to hold her closer and noticed her flinch.
She brushed it off and tried to pretend she hadn't.
It had me looking at her, all of the scratches or bruises on her and my stomach sank further into a nauseous pit wondering about what the places I couldn't see looked like.
