Chapter 78

Saint POV 

“Fucking kill me already. Just do it!!!” Elijah cursed bitterly as he spat out blood. “Fucking do it!! This is worse than death. You're worse than the devil!!” 

“You still being able to talk shows I'm not doing enough,” I said back to him, grabbing his foot that was coated with thick blood from me previously plucking out all his toenails. 

He shook his head, the terror creeping back into his eyes, as he tried to move backwards but obviously could not because of how tightly tied to the seat he was. I twisted his leg backwards, took out a knife and slit his Achilles heel which made him yell out. 

I wasn't moved or touched or feeling any remorse. In fact, I couldn't feel anything at all. It was like I was in a permanent drum of iced water and had been numb ever since I saw Aunt in her pool of blood and the shitty memory I've been trying to bury ever since resurfaced again. 

And I couldn't get my mind off Matr