A Different Path || Crowley & Jo
@kingmc
“Oh sweetie, you say you’re sorry, but I know in your heart, you’re really not,” Jo purred, removing her hand from the man’s chest cavity and flicking blood from her fingertips. “You will be, though.” She smirked as she turned away from her most recent victim, one of her favorites. She had killed this man time and time again, but unlike for her… there would be no end to his torture, not after everything he’d done on the surface.
Solid black eyes scanned her table of instruments as she wiped her blood-covered hand on a towel. She ignored his pleading and begging. He’d be allowed off the rack when she was through… but only for a short time. She’d fill his cell with his worst nightmares and then bring him back to the rack. There was, as they said, no rest for the wicked.
The door opened to her workspace and she paused, confused by the suited man that filled the space. She didn’t recognize the man, and her brow arched as she looked at him.
“I’m busy,” she snapped, picking up her favorite knife. “What do you want?”
