Page 29 of Beyond Repair: Part Two
Changing everything about his appearance so frequently has made Mr. M a ghost. It's infuriating beyond measure that the only thing I could give the police to look out for is his red blemish and a slight limp in his step.
Sometimes I wonder what happened to the monster who used to be a boy.Was he loved? Does he suffer from a chemical imbalance? Abuse? Neglect? Rape?
Mr. M is trackable because he has a certain way he abuses his prey. Much like me, the girls show up in the woods. The main difference between me and the others is they were found dead. They served their purpose...and when they became too weak to go on, Mr. M disposed of them. Like a cruddy broom or an icky scrubber.
That's what we were...nothing but a disposable cleaner and cooker. Oh, and a punching bag too, of course.
Those women...they were beaten within an inch of their life before he...before he...
"Time for lunch, flora."
Bless Kai for halting that horrible train of thought. Turning, I smile up at him. He doesn't comment on how wobbly it is, which I'm grateful for. Everything feels a little too menacing right now, so when he offers me his hand, I gladly take the support.
