“Day,” Goldie warned.
“Angel,” Day replied in a mockery of Goldie’s firm tone.
“Please don’t… The police are coming. They’ve gotta be after that gunshot—”
“No,” Day said. “They aren’t.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
Day snorted and stared at Goldie expectantly.
“Your dad?”
Day nodded.
“Well, come on, there’s—”
Florence took the distraction offered by their fighting to grab Day’s arm and pull him down, socking him right in the mouth. Day jerked and replied with a crack of the frying pan over Florence’s head.
Florence tipped onto the floor with a pained groan.
“Shit!” Goldie cringed.
Though bloody and beaten, Florence still appeared to be alive.
For now.
“Baby?” Goldie looked worriedly to Day. “Are you all right?”
“Kneel,” Day said, blood trickling down his chin from the reopened cut.
“What?” Goldie scoffed as he watched Day stalk toward him, backing him up against the kitchen counter and cornering him there.
“Kneel,” Day repeated.
Goldie shuddered, and he shook his head. “Baby, no… not right now.”
Day’s tongue flicked out over the blood. “As long as I breathe, your knee shall bow to me, and your tongue will be silent in your complaint. Now,kneel.”
“I…” Goldie’s resistance was melting, and his limbs weakened. The urge to surrender was overwhelming and impossible to escape, and his resistance crumbled beneath Day’s fierce eyes. It wasn’t fair for someone to wield this much power over him. He’d given it over so freely, and there was no way to take it back.
Goldie was dropping to his knees before his brain even registered the descent, and he gazed helplessly up at Day.
“Oh, my sweet angel.” Day’s voice was a hoarse growl. “Through your suffering, you will learn obedience, and through your submission, you will be rewarded. Now submit to me, my angel. Give me everything you are.”
“Yes, baby.” Goldie closed his eyes, leaning into Day’s palm as he stroked his cheek. “I will. God help me…”
“God is here with us, my sweet angel.” Day smiled. “He is always with us. Submit to God as you do by my word. Draw closer, and He will draw nearer to you as I do. Cleanse your hands, purify your heart, and let your mourning be turned to laughter. Let your gloom be turned to joy. Humble yourself before Him, and He will exalt you as I do.”
“What do you want me to do?” Goldie asked quietly.
Day set the frying pan down on the counter with a loud clang. “I am going to take you. I am going to spread my seed within you. I am going to baptize you as mine. When I’m done, I am going to kill that man, and you will not stop me.”
Goldie whimpered, but all he could manage to say was, “Yes, baby.”
His submission was an iron cage now, and he couldn’t find the strength to escape. The only thoughts reeling through his head were the incredibly powerful urges to comply, and everything else was fading into the background.
He wanted Day to take him, to make him his, and any concern for Florence had all but vanished.
