I won’t have long. I need to move. Stephan won’t be this stupid. There won’t be the element of surprise.
I lower and angle myself to effectively trip Bryton fully onto the floor. He blubbers as he goes down.
Anger mixed with pain.
I spare him one last look before rushing out of his tomb, locking the door behind me.
Stephan’s room is dark, but I can hear thundering footsteps coming from the hall. I pull the spoon out of my pants. The ends are jagged.
Perfect to scoop.
“What the fuck are you yelling about?” Stephan is annoyed as he pushes into the space.Maybe he really is stupider than I thought.
I am behind where he has thrown the door open, and I wait until he has stepped a few feet into the room, until he has unlocked the closet door, until he has opened it before I launch myself on his back.
They never expected me to fight. That is abundantly clear.
The spoon goes into his left eye with a squish.
His wailing pushes me further. I scoop and swirl the makeshift weapon as he screams, trying to shake me off.
I remove the spoon, and his eye comes too.
Plop.
He’s bellowing with pain, trying to push me back into a wall. Bryton is in the closet with us and trying to help, but he is still blinded by the light bulb’s shards.
I push the spoon into Stephan’s other eye, ignoring the squelch, his wailing, and Bryton’s cursing.
Circle. Saw. Circle. Saw. Pull.
Plop.
Stephan is no longer fighting. He now has the sense to use his hands to protect his face.
He’s too late.
I unlatch myself from his back, yanking the weapon with me, and dodge Bryton’s blind reach, shimmying out of the room.
I lock it behind me.
“You fucking idiot. You thought it was bad before? Just you wait. You won’t ever walk again.” Stephan’s voice is pitched in agony and desperation.
I pay him no mind.
Time to acquire more weapons because this night has only begun.
Chapter 7
You Like It, Don't You?
Iwalkswiftlytothe kitchen, but as I turn the corner, I stutter to a stop.
Niko and Viktor are leaning against the wall. Viktor is playing with a knife in his hand.
“Leave,” I state steadily as I square my shoulders and prepare for a fight. I am not sure I can outwit these two men, but I’ll be damned if I don’t try. My grip tightens on the bloodied spoon in my hand.
“Looks like you caused quite a fuss,” Viktor says calmly as he pushes slowly off the wall. He makes a show of putting his hands up. His dark hair has fallen into his eyes. Both men have pushed their sleeves up.
