Through my tear-blurred vision, I can see Martha peeking her head around the corner, gasping in horror at the unfolding scene. "Oh dear Lord!" she cries out in her frail voice.
Mercer's head whips around at the sound, his beady eyes narrowing. "You keep your mouth shut, you old bat!" he snarls, jamming the gun harder against my skull.
I can't stop the whimper that escapes my lips at the searing pain. This seems to delight the deranged man holding me hostage, a twisted grin spreading across his face.
"Yeah, that's it, sweetheart. Scream for me like you used to during our...sessions," he purrs in that repulsive way that still gives me nightmares. "Those were such good times, weren't they?"
"You're a monster," I choke out through gritted teeth, mustering up every ounce of defiance. "What
