Chapter 19

I snap one of the orderlies' necks before he's taken two steps inside our room. Four more file in behind him. I don't wait for them to come to me. With swift steps, I take out another one with my bare hands, punching my thumbs through his eye sockets. I spin him around to meet Mordecai's knife, impaling his neck on it.

"Let's fucking go."

The walls are splattered with blood. So much fucking blood. It soaks my hands red. The next one towers over me, but I'm not concerned. I punch him in the throat, staggering him back. He grunts through it and charges forward again. I duck as he takes a lazy swing at my head. Fucking brute might be big, but he's slow and unsteady on his feet.

I grab him by the head and jam my fingers in his ears, squeezing until blood drips from his eyes. He roars as he falls to the floor, writhing in agony on his way to meet the reaper. I stomp on his head to finish the job.

Fabien laughs and hollers as he pins one to the floor. He butchers him with his own knife, stabbing him over and over again, far past the man's expiration. Blood streaks his face, making him look like a demon from your worst nightmare. He smears it all over him, wearing it like warrior paint.

Mordecai moves with eloquence. He spins like a dancer, making small vicious cuts on the remaining two as they circle him. They can't get close to him no matter how hard they try. He wields his knife with expert force and precision. "Come here, prick," he snarls as he thrusts the blade into one of their stomachs.

Libra cries out and charges forward, jumping on the back of the other one. She rakes her nails down his face, streaking him with blood, offering him up to Mordecai like a holy sacrament. It's a fucking blood bath.

Their gurgled cries ring out as we massacre each one of them. Mordecai tosses her the knife as another one approaches. He grips the shorter orderly in a headlock from behind. Libra jams the knife into his puffed-out chest. She screams in his face as she uses all her strength to drive it in deep. I jump to her side and wrap my hands around hers, giving her my strength too. The orderly's eyes bulge as blood spurts from his mouth. It lands on her face, but she doesn't flinch. Her eyes are wild, and she smiles as the life leaves his eyes.

My beautiful bloody vixen . Our little freak.

I clasp my fingers through hers and pull her to my chest. "Such a good fucking girl."

She whimpers at my approval, her blue-green eyes sparkling amidst a sea of red. "I fight for what's mine ."

My cock hardens at her words. The possessive way she claims us. It's all I can do from slamming her up against the wall and fucking her senseless. I nuzzle her neck, planting kisses up her jaw. "Keep that pussy nice and wet for me."

She literally fucking purrs into my chest. I look down to see her hard nipples and piercing rings pressing out from her thin cotton tank top. Fuck. She's the sexiest goddamn woman I've ever seen.

"More are coming. Let's get the fuck out of here," Mordecai calls out.

Fabien laughs again. "Good. I'm gonna slaughter every last one of them."

We can't leave any of them alive. Not after what they've done to all of us. To the ones who haunt these halls. I nod in agreement. "Fabien's right. Let's kill them all."

Mordecai sucks in a deep breath as he flips his knife and throws it just as another orderly crosses through our doorway. The blade hits right between his eyes, killing the man instantly. Mordecai stalks over and yanks his knife out of the guy's head with one quick swoop. "All right. Let's hunt them all down."

The three of us have been here for almost a year. In that time, we've been able to map this place like the back of our hands. We know all the guard's schedules. Every single thing inside these walls has been noted by us.

"The only one who gets to leave here alive is Cook. He hasn't done shit to any of us. You cool with that, Lib?" I ask, realizing her experience with him might be vastly different than ours.

She nods. "I have no issues with him. But Dr. Hall is mine."

Mordecai cups her face. He looks longingly into her eyes. "I'll give you anything you fucking want. Anything ."

She presses her bloody lips to his and kisses him hard. I watch as their tongues swirl, starving for each other. Fuck, I can't wait to get her between all three of us. My cock twitches at the thought of all four of us playing with each other.

Fabien smirks at me. "We'll have our fun soon enough."

I nod and will my erection back down. First things first. "This way." I motion for them to follow me down the east corridor. "There are a bunch of them posted up ahead." This wing is the most heavily guarded. It's where they keep the supplies.

We're met with a force of five orderlies carrying batons and syringes. Fuck. "Don't let them stick you with those," I warn.

"We need poison," Libra whispers.

Mordecai nods at Fabien. They exchange a knowing look before Fabien slithers off on a mission. "Good boy. Go fetch," Mordecai hums under his breath.

The stand-off is tense as we keep distance between us and them. They yell obscenities at us while we stay silent, calculating our next move. Libra readies the knife in her hand. She's fierce and fearless, ready to murder all of them. My stomach flips as I watch her with pride and awe.

A massive orderly darts forward, making a direct line for Libra. Mordecai and I shove her back, meeting him halfway. I punch him in the chest but it barely affects him. This motherfucker is huge. He growls and lunges for her again.

Mordecai flashes his grill like a psycho and roars in his face. He ducks down to his feet and spins around the oaf, slicing the tendons in both his ankles. It staggers him, but this fucker still doesn't go down.

A second, much smaller, orderly bum rushes us, but I knock him out with one clean hit to his jaw. Libra drives her knife into his throat as soon as he hits the floor.

"Thatta girl," I praise.

The other three close in while Mordecai dances around the big guy. We're strong as fuck, but they are wearing us down, primed with sedative-filled syringes, waiting for us to let our guards down. If even one of us gets drugged, it's going to be nearly impossible to get away. And I ain't leaving anyone behind.

Another one lunges at Libra, thinking she's the easy target. She laughs and kicks him in the chest. "Ten years of Pilates, bitch."

He stumbles back, his eyes wide. "You stupid cunt."

Oh, you wanna go again?

Libra doesn't wait for him to recover before she charges him, knocking the syringe out of his hand. I dive for it and toss it to her. Just as the grimy little weasel rears back his fist to punch her, she leaps at him and thrusts the syringe into his neck. He blinks a few times before his limbs fail him, and he goes crashing to the floor.

She yanks his head up and drags her knife across his throat, slitting it open. "My cunt is perfect ," she snarls.

Fucking hell. This woman is fire. I want to fuck her from behind while she's on all fours in a pool of their warm sticky blood.

Two down, three to go. For now.

I hear footsteps galloping toward us. Relief washes over me when I see Fabien sprinting down the hall, holding as many vials of poison as his hands can carry.

Thank fuck.

Not many people are immune to poison the way we are. Libra grew up with it. It's her family's legacy. And for us, working in the fields, we didn't have a choice but to build up immunity. In here, these idiots dabbled in it. Just a few drops would make them feel a high, unlike any they've ever known.

For people like us, it makes us stronger, faster, and our senses heightened. It's more than a drug. It's our life blood.

"Bottoms up." Fabien grins as he puts a vial into each of our hands.

The orderlies watch in horror as we down the whole thing in one gulp—an act that would surely kill one of them in seconds.

Libra takes a long deep breath as she licks her lips. A swirl of light circles her pupils. "Mmm, nightshade. Fuck, that's good."

She's my little poison bud. Intoxicating. Seductive. Deadly .

Mordecai growls as he and the big guy square off again. "Let's finish this." They exchange blows, each landing a few punches on the other. Mordecai spits blood on the floor. He smiles, flashing his metal grill. The big guy wobbles as the cuts on his ankles start to slow him down. He takes another sloppy step forward, and it's the opening Mordecai needs. He steps to the side and catches him in the ribs, thrusting his knife deep inside the man's massive frame.

He pulls it out and thrusts again, catching the man as he hunches over. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. The man goes down with a loud smack as his face cracks open against the cement floor.

Dead.

Fucking finally.

With poison running through our veins, the last three are easy to take down. Fabien takes two of them on his own. "What? I needed to catch up," he teases.

All I see is red. The walls, the floors, our hands and clothes… all red.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath. "What next?"

Fabien knocks back another vial. His breath hitches as his eyes glaze with euphoria. "I saw Dr. Hall on the way back here. She's barricaded herself in her office. Dumb fucking bitch."

Libra's nostrils flare. She white-knuckles the hilt of her knife. "Well then, that's what's next. Me and that fucking twat need to have a little conversation before I kill her."

"After you, freak," I tease, flashing her a grin.