Louis woke up suddenly, startled as if by an electric shock. It was deep night. Wow, fell asleep ... Exhausted nerves demanded rest. Something woke him up… What? As he listened and looked, he understood. Tommy is crying. Shoulders tremble. He buried his face into the pillow to drown out his sobs.He and his brother slept... tried to sleep in the same room and in the same bed. Without saying a word, leaving an empty space in the middle of exactly such a size that another person could fit there ... A small, warm, sweetly sniffing man in his sleep, who loves to twist real cocoons out of sheets and put his legs on the one who sleeps next to him. This was Kitty's place, and that's how they designated it, kept it until she returned.Lou moved closer, pulled the slipped blanket over his brother's shoulders, and hugged him without saying a word. I felt how my body shuddered less and less, how it calmed down, and remembered ...Louis was six years old. The family recently moved from Australia
Went, damn it, Louis for cigarettes ... He returned with a swollen cheekbone and the same fists. Tom looked, didn't even ask for details. And so everything is clear. They are on such a platoon that they are ready to explode from any wrong word.- Feel better?The brother shook his head.Did you buy a cigarette?Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...He dreamed about her last night ... walking as if nothing had happened through their kitchen in her brother's long T-shirt, barefoot, beautiful to the point of pain in her heart, and the bells on her ankle rattled habitually and invitingly. Tom was
Louis vomited right onto the floor, next to the inspector's desk. The reaction of the stomach outpaced the order of the brain. Luckily, he hadn't had breakfast yet, and the office hadn't suffered too much. In another fucking box, festively tied with a blood-red ribbon, lay a human finger. A small female little finger with a small nail. Bloodless, pale, dead.THAT can't, shouldn't be her finger!Tom, covering his mouth with his hand, stared into the box with his eyes wide with horror. The inspector, embarrassed by the reaction, wanted to close it, but Lou straightened up and exhaled:No...don't close...Dry spasms continued to roll down his ribs in excruciating spasms, but he forced himself to watch. He looked and was silent for so long that Donovan cautiously asked:Mr Sparks?"It's not her finger," Louis said at last.- Are you sure?He nodded.- Why?“Because I love her and I know what her fingers look like!” This one is straight... and Kitty's little finger is bent inward, the uppe
Looks like Louis is right. They died and went to hell. At the whim of the maniac, Tom is the next to answer his ugly questions. And not in correspondence by mail, but in some kind of public chat, in which there are still a lot of strangers.Tom blushes painfully, because quite innocent questions are interspersed with the most intimate ones, for which even the closest friends are sent to hell. And to answer this when an inspector looms over his shoulder, staring at the screen, and a proger with eyes red from lack of sleep asks for more time so that he can figure out the bastard ... This is something with something.Only Louis understands his condition and whispers, squeezing his shoulder:- Don't give a damn about everything ... Think and write honestly. The fate of Kitty depends on this.It seems to him that he is participating in some kind of perverted show for couples in love, where, as punishment for an incorrect answer, they do not remove glasses, but cut off the fingers of your b
Kit barely waited for Charlie to arrive. He was calm and shy, as always. Doesn't he know what's going on, or does he just not care?! Brought a seagull with inescapable cupcakes. I wanted to play chess. Keith refused. Said she wouldn't play until they talked about Rozzie. Dear Charlie's forehead was immediately covered with perspiration and his eyes darted, avoiding her gaze.— Rozzie? How does Miss Kitty know this mean girl?! These are bad acquaintances. She's… a drug addict…” Charlie's voice dropped to a whisper.“I might have bypassed Rozzie on the tenth road, under DIFFERENT circumstances. But, you see, Charlie... your nutty brother threw her finger at me!- What?! Severed finger?! Charlie dropped the cup and it shattered on the stone floor. - Oh my God! I'm sorry you had to go through this... I'll talk to him immediately! It is unacceptable!He ran out of the room as if stung. It's amazing where the agility came from in such a heavy body? Damn... Kitty didn't want that at all, she
Inspector Donovan was an intelligent man and never belonged to the Brown Nosed clan. He got his position on merit, and not for the ability to deftly lick the ass of the authorities, like some. When the crowd in London was just starting to gather for the RUMG concert, the inspector was already in Manchester. Donovan was sure that a maniac would appear in the club... and if Thomas recognized this man, perhaps he would be detained. His colleagues can deal with this on their own. Just as firmly, the inspector was sure that the kidnapper was Louis' neighbor. And he will not succeed in bifurcating in order to be present in two places at the same time. Go, not Saint Isidore**...“So let's see which of the neighbors will not be at home now,” the inspector thought, parking his car near an old beautiful three-story building. The task is not difficult, there are only nine apartments in the house. The one Luis is filming is on the second floor... I wonder how loud these houses are? An old-style v
It's disgusting... The most disgusting feeling in the world, when the "bone", clenched in your hand, enters the soft eyeball of a living, damn it, person... Just boo...Dear Charlie howls like a wounded animal and falls out of bed, trying to tear out a piece of iron deeply stuck in his eye socket. The whale jumps like a cat against the wall, pulls the chain from the ring, closes the lock at its end - it turns out a kind of flail. She has no other weapons - plastic forks and spoons, a basin of water too.She does not feel fear. Stress has pumped adrenaline into her body so that she can hardly hear herself. All he sees is the bulk of the body on the floor, howling, finally tearing out of the eye the "bone", created to support the female breast at a height. Blood mixed with some kind of mucus flows down the tortured face. Keith swings and hits Charlie with the padlock on the head, on the shoulders. Once, twice… Lord, what a disgusting sound…"Keys, you bastard!" LIVE! she screams. - I'll
Not! Just not now! Please! Kit exclaimed as the engine suddenly sneezed, snorted, and the SUV came to a stop in the middle of the road. She hadn't driven too far from the lighthouse, and there weren't any buildings on the horizon yet. No fucking villages!Turning the key, listening to the intermittent sneezing of the engine as it struggled to start over and over again, she decided that she had indeed run out of luck for the day. However, there was no time to be sad about this. She grabbed the cleaver from the seat, pulled the keys out of the lock, threw them away from the road and ran forward, occasionally looking back. It seemed to her that Harry had managed to break the second door too, and now he was chasing her to kill her. A body twisted in the refrigerator stood in front of his eyes, urging him to run as quickly as possible. She could have sworn she could feel the psychopath's hot breath on the back of her neck.Nasty bitch with snake eyes outplayed HIM! Took HIS car and the key