TWELVE
I'd never have done it if it weren't for you. I wanted you back. I wanted answers. And I wanted vengeance.
She'd slipped me a business card saying she could give me what I wanted. She said she knew who'd hurt you and she could help me.
I couldn't help it. I called her, wanting it to be true and she told me...she said she could help me get close enough to take a knife and carve my name into their skin, just as they'd done to you. God help me, it was like she was offering me everything I wanted, because the thought of killing your kidnappers and carving them up, the visceral, primitive pleasure of exacting my revenge with nothing but a knife in my hand...shit, you did the cadaver labs with me. You know I'm good with a scalpel when I'm not distracted by the female med students.
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