Shannon’s POV.
It has been a few weeks since Kier received the beating from my dad. But he hasn’t been left alone either.
While he was knocked out. I had Data place speakers in and around the cells, and of course cameras.
Data downloaded voices, whispers, chain rattling, humming, and heavy breathing. I was going to suggest we rig the doors or something so they slam shut on their own. Like what they have in fun haunted houses at travelling carnivals.
But seeing Kier jump at every sound, him asking who is there, even though it’s not real. Did make me smile.
I may not be perfect but I do love to f**k with people. Dad knows that all too well. Hearing Kier scream is music to my ears. I watch from my phone and an evil grin splits across my face as I chuckle as I watch him lose his mind.
