I’m Someone Else

“You think I’m done?” Thomas sneered. He really thinks he can get out of this alive? Yeah, right. “I’m not done just yet. I still have to serve you some food, don’t I?”

“F-Food?” James’ head was spinning, and he wondered what Thomas meant. We ate a lot. I don’t think I can stomach anything more.

Thomas picked up the forks on the table and bent all seven of them, then he laid it out before James. “Here, bon appetit. It’s on me.”

“What the hell?” James was so scared that he almost peed his pants. Do you want me to eat these? Is this a joke? These are metal. If I eat these, they’ll kill me. He tried this on someone before, but he never thought he would face the same torture someday. James shook his head violently. There’s no way I’m eating that. No f*cking way. I don’t even know you. Why are you doing this to me?

Thomas grinned toothily, but his smile glinted with only menace. “Oh, don’t be a stranger. Fine, I’ll feed you.” Thomas grabbed James by his chin and stuffed the forks into his mouth. Just listening to Zoe describe this made Thomas feel how much pain his friend was in before he died. I’d be a fool to let you go. There is no way you can run from this. You will suffer before you die.

James tried to scream but his mouth was filled with forks, so he couldn’t make a sound. Thomas then shoved the fork into James’ mouth deeper into his throat. The metal cut through his esophagus, and blood spilled like a fountain. The pain made James roll around in agony, but all Thomas did was light a cigarette and watch on in silence. You deserve this.

inches away from death. Thomas was not going to torture him further as there was no need. He just walked ahead and cut off his head, then he wrapped it

then could they find some sense of security. Thomas looked at them. There’s no need to kill them. I have enough blood on my hands already. Besides, they weren’t involved in Dominic’s death. “Nothing happened here.

room. No longer would they stay in that room of evil. They had a feeling they just had a close encounter with death, but they were fortunate enough to

he returned home, he tucked his ‘trophy’ away, then he took a shower and drove to Olivia’s

last year. We should…” Norman looked at his spaced-out daughter and stopped talking. Earlier, he wanted to talk about work at the company, but he was told that Olivia had returned to her home, so he came over to talk about

of it. She kept checking the time like she was waiting for something, and Norman wondered what

Dad. I have to leave now.” She grabbed her bag

the balcony, frowning at them. “Was Ophelie right? Is Olivia dating someone?” No, that can’t happen, or the family’s done for. “That day is almost upon us, and Olivia

his phone out.

do you

on her and Thomas.