I wonder what he can possibly threaten me with, he’s already promised me my death. Opening my messages, I see he’s sent a picture. I click on it and find an image of the two boys, his guards, the stacks of money clenched between their teeth and wretched scorched holes where their eyes used to be. I can practically smell the cooked flesh from the disturbing sight through my phone. Whether they are dead or not, I can’t tell. They did not use their eyes and so they lost them, the message with the picture reads. A second text message arrives. It says, simply: You did not use your head. I know I told the boys to run, but a chill runs through me regardless. I wait a moment before I respond, checking the fridge for possible dinner options. It would be nice to actually make something for Ivy for a change, considering I’m home first. She’s a big believer in buying everything that will fit in the cart when she goes to the store, so picking through the assortment of foods in various states of decomposition is tricky.
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