His arms are bound behind his back, and rope cinches his legs together from ankle to hip. I crouch and grip his hair, ripping his face back. He finally jerks away from me, as much as he’s able, and I laugh. “It’s peaceful up here.” I dig my toe into his ribs, and the whimpers get louder.
His dull brown irises keep rolling around, hunting for an escape. The whites of his eyes are yellowish, matching his nicotine-stained teeth. The man on the ground lets out a noise, muffled by the ball of fabric shoved in his mouth. “This would be a nice place to die, don’t you think?” I turn my back to the cliff. We seemed to have skipped fall and gone straight to winter. There are more whitecaps than usual, the wind catching the spray and catapulting it up. The skies are angry today, the clouds low and dark. Thank you for joining me! If you are unfamiliar with my work, fair warning: my stories run dark (violence, explicit content, etc.). No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Other names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual events or places or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental. Any references to historical events, real people, or real places are used fictitiously.
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