Angela saw me first—naked, lounging against the wall, one leg bent, fingers idly circling her clit. She sat up straight—eyes sharpening.
"What happened?" she asked—voice calm but edged with hunger.
I told them everything.
Everything.
The ambush at the camp. The three men are trying to rape Megan. The children are screaming. Hailey is shielding her. Megan is bashing her own head against the tree. The mothers begging. The little boy asked why the uncles were bleeding.
And how I killed them all.
Every last one.
Mothers. Fathers. Children. No exceptions.
Nicole's face went white—eyes huge, horrified.
"You… killed them all?" she whispered—voice cracking. "Even the… the kids…?"
I looked at her—calm, unflinching.
"I don't care," I said quietly. "If someone wants to harm someone close to me… I will not spare their life. And now you should know what will happen to your so-called father and that brother of yours. I am going to skin them alive."
