Lincoln's POV:
It's been two weeks since she walked out of my life.
Digging the knife in deeper, I felt the blood as it splattered onto my dark blue button up.
The heavy feeling in my chest hasn't died. I hoped when I killed them all that I would feel less guilty about everything I put Dayna through.
As I eyed the blonde guy, I watched him grab at his pelvis grasping the bottom of the knife.
Yanking it upwards, the knife cut him open from his pelvis to his throat and I watched him drop to the floor.
Only one more left, he knows he's next.
I wiped my hands off and dragged his body that was still breathing to the basement.
Opening the bin, I lifted him and eyed the bubbling chemicals hungry to dissolve his flesh.
"Enjoy." I said softly before I dropped him into it and shut the lid l
