Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A tale of Atomic Love by Yardley Mercedes M

Author:Yardley, Mercedes M. [Yardley, Mercedes M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ragnarok Publications
Published: 2013-09-07T00:00:00+00:00

“You can do it. You know you need to do it. He saw you. He’ll come after you.”

She chilled, felt her stomach twist and suddenly felt like she needed to use the restroom.

“Montessa. You can do this.”

He turned back to the woman, took a second knife out of its sheath, and traced it along her dark skin.

Montessa took a deep breath. Another. Took Lu’s beautiful knife from his first and most important kill. Held it to her heart as if it were a stuffed animal from a boyfriend. As if it were the most precious thing she had ever owned.

“Where do I start?”

“Make it quick. It’ll be easier for both of you. You can slit his throat, if you’d like.”

She felt herself go pale. Put her hand over her mouth.

Lu nodded.

“I didn’t think so. That’s something to ease into. Garrote him, baby. Or go up under his ribs and into his heart. I’ll show you where.”

“I’ll be right back,” she said, and put the knife on the bed. She walked out of the room and down the hall to the kitchen. Funny how this was her house, but it seemed so unfamiliar. She knew where things were and what room led into what room and where all of the doorways would take her, but it wasn’t her home. It was a place she had never been before. An alien land. A dream.

Her feet took her to the fridge. She opened it and reached for the Diet Coke shoved in the back. There was one left, and little else. Of course Renan wouldn’t go shopping. He’d wait for her to come back so she could do it. Or tell one of his little whores to do it instead.

She popped the top and took a long swallow. Two. Held the cold can to her cheek and tried to pull herself together.

This was death. Not playtime. Not the sad little revenge of a teenager. This was murder.

She wasn’t a murderer. She was a lot of things. Sad. Tired, mostly. Special. That last one made her laugh. Sure, she had a few little parlor tricks, but everybody had their secrets. Their things that made them tick.

Renan never made her feel like she was special.

She was singled out for his abuse, but that wasn’t being special. And he hit the other women, too. She’d seen enough split lips and sunglasses at night to know he was lavishing his particular type of charm on more than just herself.

She wasn’t even special enough to be his only punching bag.

His only lover.

She was his maid. His housekeeper. Somebody who worked enough to barely keep the lights turned on.

Renan was her daddy, only much better-looking.

She shut the fridge and drained the rest of her drink. Threw the can in the recycling bin, and then smiled because nobody would ever recycle here again. Or clean, or do homework, or pay bills.

She was ready to kill him.

The woman was already flayed open by the time she came back. Montessa stared, the scarlet insides looking wet and ravenous and almost sexual.

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