Chapter Fifty-Four - 'WAX'

Calvin’s POV

Acting wasn’t a strength of mine but I knew how to appear cold and calculating. Vicious would be a learning curve. Should I pre-warn her? Tori had enough to deal with in any case.

The way she was eyeing me now, with suspicion, made me realise how much this could set her back. I had to tell her what to expect, even if that meant admitting I didn’t know the half of it, either.

Reluctantly, I showed her the flyer which had come through the mail once I’d approached Tommy. I hadn’t been entirely sure what I was going to do, who I would take, if I would go, and was even less certain of the wisdom of this now.

“‘Gore Theme Weekend’. Ugh. You do realise he could be setting his own trap for us?”

“It had crossed my mind,” I said. “That may mean he drops his guard.”

“I know just where to hit him if he does. ‘The ultimate aim is to make a mess of your slave’. Great. How do they dream them up?” Tori went quiet then. I reckoned she’d reached the so-called good bit. It got even worse ov