What… are you doing?
Adam's fingers were still deep inside Susan's throat when she collapsed, her dead weight pulling him down with her. He let himself be dragged to the stone floor, his hand sliding free from her mouth with a wet sound that echoed through the dungeon.
He stared at her unconscious form sprawled beneath him. Blood trickled from her damaged eye, mixing with saliva and vomit around her mouth.
Adam really only looked away when he saw her chest rise and fall in shallow, ragged breaths.
What are you doing?!
A hundred thoughts crashed through Adam's mind at once. The women chained in the cells. The smugglers who brought the eggs. The Hospital hunting him. The rest of Susan's gang surely waiting somewhere above.
How many people she'd tortured. How many she'd killed before.
