chapter 9

Gannon Liam had to repeatedly crank the volume to drown out the shrill cries emanating from the basement. Mrs. Daley’s blood-curdling screams reverberated around the dimly lit space. Eventually, her cries ceased altogether, replaced by a ghastly silence. The stone floor is now a bright canvas, painted with the remnants of her life. The scent of raw meat permeates the air, mingling with the metallic tang of fresh blood. Her body is bloody and lifeless, having skinned the bitch alive. Oh, how I love hearing them scream. Although I could have gone without the erection it gave me. Washing my hands in the filthy sink, I dry them on a hessian bag I find before staring at the old hag’s pelt hanging on a hook from the ceiling, admiring my handiwork. I head for the stairs with a shrug. The rickety old steps creak under my weight as I climb them. Opening the door, I shake my head when I see Liam shaking his ass and dancing to the music he has blaring loudly. Liam is still wearing his floral apro