Ginger Fox Part 4

" She spiked the juice — I whisper, looking into his eyes, which confirm me. The tray was no longer there the next day, as was the cum-stained sheet. The master key is with Lira.
" I was thinking of a way to get you out of the game. Grandma told you the truth about my wonderful daddy, that could put everything at risk. But then, when I came into the room that night, I watched you sleep for a long time, and I was sure that you were more than just fucking with Uncle Roy. When I saw him come into the room a couple of times, you know there's nothing better than the good old closet to hide people, Uncle Jonathan was petrified, admiring him. — My body freezes when his fingers touch my leg, dragging themselves along it slowly. — I don't judge you, even I masturbated looking at you.
I lock my legs, gluing my thighs together, letting the tears roll down my face.
" Too bad. — He takes his hand off my leg, shrugging. — We could have enjoyed it more, if you had accepted my affection that day at the beach.
I turn my face away in disgust, screaming between the memories. I had thought he was just trying to please me so I could be his friend, doing the things that his molesters did to him. But that, that intimate touch on my nipple, of someone who knew a woman's body, was just the real Jon.
He stands up, going after the tape on the floor and looking at it.
" What are you going to do with Baby, Jon? How do you think you'll be able to get rid of her body?
I won't. It's simple. Lira will tell me when my uncle arrives, and that's when I'll shoot Baby. When he comes in here, I'll be crying inconsolably, next to my abominable aunt. — For a second, his eyes are sad, the same way they were before, when I first saw him. But he waves his hand in the air, laughing, bringing his scary face, just giving me a taste of the cold way he manipulates his emotions. " You know how it is, without a loose thread.
Everything falls apart in front of me as I look at him. Jon will kill Baby, taking her away from Jonathan, and will use Roy's memories against him, who will see himself in Jon, who will also witness the death of his own mother. I will be dead and dismembered, being buried somewhere on the property. Roy will no longer have any ties and will close himself off as deeply as before. And the only one left with him will be Jon, who will act in the way he thinks will please Jonathan, imprisoning him in his past. Jon will make Jonathan see himself reflected in his nephew's youth of suffering and trauma. Jon's desire is Machiavellian, without emotion or pity to use Roy's traumas against himself. I stare at Jon, seeing the most empty and dead look I have ever seen in my entire life. It was not Jonathan who inherited Sonja's psychopathy, but Jon. The manipulation, the possession and the desire for power. Jon is a natural psychopath, and when he becomes an adult, the probability of him being a serial killer is blatant. He had killed his grandmother, Bob is between life and death, and for him they were just pieces in a game that were getting in the way of his final move. I could say it was his past, his parents' story, how each one ended up traumatizing him, but it wasn't, it's his. Evil, narcissism and monstrosity are ingrained in Jon. Regardless of the direction his life takes, he has an easy time getting people out of the way. The way he sees what gets in his way, as an obstacle to be discarded, is frightening.
"How are you going to explain the shooting of Baby, Jon?—I need to understand, I need to know how far he will go to achieve his ends.
"That makes it too easy! Do you seriously not know who this is going to fall on?—Jon pulls the tape, turning his steps towards me. My brain only needs a second to come up with my answer.
"Lorane. He's going to blame her. — His eyes, shining with pride, present me with a devilish smile. I try to pull away when he covers my lips with the tape, pressing them tightly to my face.
" Exactly! Who do you think Uncle Roy will believe, me or an unbalanced woman? — His black eyelashes flutter, blinking happily. — It will be our little secret, Gim. — I cry in pain, closing my eyes when his lips touch my cheek.
The thin face rubs against my throat, sniffing my skin, scraping the tip of his teeth on my collarbone.
" Now I know why Uncle Roy got lost, his smell is intoxicating, just as his skin is soft and delicious. I will send him my regards someday. — I bang my head against the wall, crying in despair, with the veiled threat against Jonathan's life.
" Jonathan hasn't come back yet. — Lira's voice makes him pull away, standing up and looking at Baby. I see the large butcher knife shining in the maid's fingers, waiting for my end.
Lorane hurries in, clutching black garbage bags in her hands, looking at my face in anguish.
"Well, then we'll wait." Jon releases the safety on the revolver. lver, pointing at my face. — Give my regards to my bitch of a mother.
I want to scream and rip these tapes off. I cry in fear and pain. I cower against the wall, turning my face upward. I don’t want to see, I don’t want to be looking at Jon when he pulls the trigger. I let my vision focus on the painting hanging on the wall, near my head. The memories catch me, eat me up inside. I smell him inside the observation room, his heavy breathing so warm, while his heart beats against my back. My fingers reach out to him, touching the canvas with my fingertips, wanting to look into his eyes one last time. Jonathan is not a monster, he is my world. Even when the barrel is stuck to the top of my head, I don’t take my eyes off the painting. I will go looking for him, like I have spent my whole life, and that is how I will choose my end, searching for him.