“You killed him, you fucking bitch.”
I pull out the clippers and try to open his mouth, but he won’t move his lips. Dragging the blade across them, they fall into his lap, and crimson pours over his chin.
Putting the knife into his mouth, I wrench it between his teeth until he opens.
Using the wire cutters, I clip his teeth in half. Shivers run down my spine because the sheer thought of it gives me pain.
“He had to go. Daddy dearest wasn’t exactly wholesome, was he?” Stepping back, I look at my handiwork and the mess that has become poor old Georgie.
With an extra pep in my step, I jog out the door to the main one, and Burke meets me there.
“One of you has to go to Andrew’s. This cocksucker has got to have more evidence hidden at the house. I’ll be done with him soon. I just want ice, or an ice cream?”
Curt and Burke exchange a look, but both nod. I walk back to my project and grab a different knife.
Torturing him shouldn’t feel this good, but it sure does. I’ve never felt so fucking alive as I do when I’m killing. They deserve everything I’ve done, but I don’t know how anyone could really love someone who turns into a monster like me.
“If you would’ve been good, he wouldn’t have had to punish you.” Spit flows down his chin, and his words are warbled.
I twirl the knife in my palm, leaning from foot to foot before stalking toward George. “Is that why he raped me so many times, or beat me with a fucking rolling pin—because I was bad?”
His gasp tells me he didn’t know, but I’m too far lost in this feeling of control and everything that was ever taken from me. I am exactly who I’m supposed to be, monster or killer; it is what I was meant to become.
“You must have deserved it,” he whispers.
Clenching my jaw, my stomach rolls. I cut into his cheek, pulling the knife down until it scrapes against his molars.
No one deserves what I went through. The millions of people who have met the same punishments for crimes they never committed at another's hands didn’t deserve it. I stare at him bleeding all over himself for several minutes until I hear footsteps.
“Dragonfly, why do you need ice?” Burke asks from the doorway with a bowl in his hand.
Stepping forward, I grab two cubes and move back to George. Shoving them into the hole in his cheek, I watch as the coldness reaches his newly sensitive teeth.
When his tears fall, I lean in close.
“Guess you should’ve behaved.” I sever his artery with the knife, pulling away as blood soaks his clothes and his eyes roll.
“You’re always there for me, Burke,” I say without turning away from George.
“Couldn’t be without you. I’ll provide whatever you need.”
“Even now?” I look over my shoulder. His strong hand grips the doorway of the cage with a bowl of melting ice cubes in his other.
“What do you need, Dragonfly?”
“Fuck me?” I bite my lip but grin and drop the knife next to the body.
As alive as I feel, the need for him courses through me.
Walking toward the door, we step out and he spins me in a circle, pressing me against the glass wall. Staring at my fresh kill fills me with excitement.
The whisper of his zipper fills the space before Burke yanks down my pants.
“Do you see how much power you have?” he growls in my ear as he bites along my neck and kisses me.
I moan, needing more, but when I take my hand away from the glass he puts it back. “Don’t move, not now. Listen.”
Burke kneels behind me and grips the globes of my ass before opening me up to him, and I jolt against the glass when his tongue touches me.
