Page 24 of Love Obscene
“Would you ever kill someone?” He cocked his head to the side and asked.
“No,” I answered flippantly.
“Have you ever killed a bug?”
“Are you comparing a human life to a bug’s? That’s not even the same thing.” My tone was incredulous.
“Just answer the question.”
“Yes, Mason, I have killed a bug.”
“See, that makes you a killer. Who gets to decide which life is more valuable than another? It’s just like morals. Everyone will have a slightly different definition of what’s right and what’s wrong, but is it wrong because they were taught it was? And is something right because of the same reason?”
I simply stared at him, words failing me.
God, this man is beautifully brilliant.
“Just answer this, Katie. Would you kill to save a life?”
“I’mnota killer.”
“That’s a shame. I think it’s time we fix that.” He gave me a smile full of ill intention, taking another bite of his food, “You need to embrace your dark side.”
Chapter Twenty-One
Thefood I’d just consumed sat in my stomach like a heavy bag of rocks.
He led me through his kitchen, and through an open door I quickly realized led to a basement. The gritty stone walls were tight, opening up the further you went down. I didn’t have to wait very long to find out what was below.
From the kitchen, all had been silent. The closer we got to the bottom, the louder the muffled sobs got.
Stopping in my tracks, I shook my head, attempting to pull my hand free from his.
“No, Mason. I don’t want to see whatever this is.”
“If you don’t come with me, pretty girl, two people will die very soon.” He continued walking, ignoring my pleas. Knowing whatever I was about to see would forever be ingrained in my brain, I tried to prepare myself as best as I could.
Instead of another woman restrained in a chair, there were two women standing on crates. Both of them looked equally terrified.
“What is this?” Pulling my hand from his, I began to back away. His basement had the same look as the room upstairs. The old bloodstains on the floor let me know he’d done this before.
“The one on the left is an old fuck. The one on the right is my grade school math teacher, who hates my dad.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“You’re going to spend the rest of your life with me. In this house, shit like this is normal. You need to get used to it.”
“I didn’t ask to live in your fucking house!”
He stared at me a minute before letting out a rich laugh.
“You’re sexy when you’re mad; we should do this more often.”
I think I may have felt every possible emotion there was to feel in less than two hours. My head felt as if it were going to explode.
I thoughtIhad issues; Mason needed a straight jacket and some tranquilizers.
“You’re sick in the head.”
