Haunting-Adeline

Chapter 37
The Shadow
here’s nothing you could’ve done.
You can’t change what has already happened, man.
You can’t save them all.
I’m grateful for Jay. I really am. I don’t trust many men in this field,
especially to do a part of the job I have a very hard me relinquishing—but
I can’t be on the floor and have my face in a computer at the same me.
And Jay has been more than efficient at helping with that side of the job.
But what the fucker is not skilled in is making me feel be er.
He’s trying. I get it.
But I have a hard me apprecia ng his effort when it’s taking all of mine
not to go into Savior’s and blow the en re place up.
If it wasn’t for the fact that there are innocent people who work there—
or rather are being kept hostage there—I’d fucking do it.
I was there.
I watched them drink the blood of a li le boy. An eight-year-old kid
sacrificed on some stone altar to welcome the new members of a devilworshipping,
blood-drinking, pedophile club.
I’ll never understand why. I’ll never understand the desire to hurt
someone so young, so pure, so innocent. But those quali es are what
a ract them. That’s what draws the devil to the angel.
They want to corrupt. To hurt. To taint. To cause harm and suffering
upon those that never asked for it. That’s the sick thrill of it.
“He was eight years old, Jay,” I grind out through gri ed teeth. “He had a
family. Two mothers, three brothers and a sister. He was loved. He was
brought up in a good home by parents who loved him. And they stole him
in a fucking grocery store and sold him to the skin trade and used him as a
fucking sacrifice.”
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