Denouement (The Darkness Series Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

forming in the pit of his stomach. Anything that made this crazy sicko grin wouldn’t bode well for him at all.
    “Your body is full of adrenaline right now, did you know that? It’s a side effect of feeling pain. Let’s see how much you can withstand, shall we? My last guest…she had a very high tolerance, it was remarkable really. Somehow, I don’t think I’ll ever find someone as resilient as she was. But who am I to deny another the chance?” Jeffrey eyes nearly bulged out of his head when the man flicked the side of the long brass end and it flared to life. A blowtorch. It’s a fucking blowtorch! His fight or flight instinct kicked in at the sight of the man approaching him, his steps deliberate and slow. Heaving backwards, he toppled the chair to the ground. The weight of his body coming down on top of it splintered it to pieces. The carpet immediately rubbed at all his open burns, scraping away at more layers of skin.
    Desperate to gain freedom, he made it to his knees, ready to crawl to the door if he had to. Sweat dripped down his brow, stinging his eyes as he dragged himself along ignoring the skin that tore from his tattered fingers.
    A swift kick on his back from the psycho’s booted foot had him face planting and struggling to breathe as his nose smashed into the carpet. He kept him pinned down there for a minute, purely for the enjoyment of watching him squirm.
    The man grabbed him by the upper arm, his fingers digging into his already tender flesh and rolled him over. The torch was still lit and Jeffrey screamed with all his might behind the tape as he lowered it to his face.
    “And here I was going easy on you, big guy. You do have a bit of fire in you after all. Let’s see how well you handle this,” he’d barely finished his sentence when he lowered the torch to Jeffery’s eye. He wasted no time, he had a boot on his stomach and an arm slung across his neck snugly holding him in place. It didn’t matter that Jeffrey was three times his size, apparently crazy gave you unlimited strength as he easily kept him from bucking him off.
    The agony was immediate, his body convulsed and twitched in shock. It felt as though his whole body had erupted in flames as the torch molded its lick of fire into his socket. Screaming only cut off his air, bucking only caused the torch to move and catch the inner corner of his eye, the outer part of his cheek. The smell of burnt flesh pierced the air, bile rose up the back of his throat, bursting out before he could stop it. He choked and sputtered as he was forced to swallow it back down.
    After what felt like hours, his attacker finally switched the torch off and sat back on his heels to admire his handiwork. Jeffrey’s right eye was now nothing more than an empty socket. Juices and blood oozed from the gaping hole, the edges burned to a midnight black.
    “Well I must say, I’m impressed, big guy. You actually made it through that better than my little Serena did. I think you’ve earned a reward, don’t you?” he asked, sending him a smile.
    Jeffrey was immobile, reducing to jittery twitches and spittle mixed with vomit leaking out of the sides of his taped mouth. The world around him was a fog, not only because he was missing an eye. His good eye was still functioning, but he’d ceased to exist. He’d floated away from his body and was nothing more than a casual observer of his own torture.
    Reaching in his pocket, the man withdrew a syringe. Uncapping it, he flicked the needle twice and nodded, satisfied.
    “Here we go now,” he said as he slipped it easily into Jeffrey’s neck. “Take a little rest while I get things set here to move you to those better accommodations I was telling you about.” The world around him faded to black once more and this time it was a blissful welcome.
    When Jeffrey next was aware, everything was dark. Groggy, he tried to sit up, only to immediately rap his head on a hard surface. Confused, he tried again but had the