Chapter 36: The Universe Calling
There it is. It’s all coming back to me.
A rush of heat crept up Riley’s neck as he stared at the photographs laid out before him. His lips twitched, as if moving of their own accord, curving toward a smile.
It was coming back.
The kill.
Why... why are you showing me all of this, Detective? Is it to get a response from me? Do you want me to remember?
And oh... he remembered. Every. Single. Detail.
The slow, deliberate way he peeled back Roman’s fingernails, testing how far they would lift before snapping off from the skin. The slick warmth of blood trailing down his fingers—it was a shame, really, that he’d shielded his arms with telekinesis to keep the mess off him. If not, he would have truly felt the blood.
Not that there had been much blood.
Roman was already dying when Riley began tearing him apart. The pole rammed through his body—skewered clean through—had taken care of most of that. The only reason why he was still alive then was because of his mild superstrength.
Still, he managed to get out a whimper. Soft, pathetic noises that echoed in Riley’s ears like music. They made his skin prickle. His teeth buzzed. His whole body shivered—not from revulsion, but... from the pleasure he was feeling in that moment.
It felt good. So good.