He presses a kiss to my wrist and then leans away.
“Of course. A deal’s a deal.”
Sue gives a pathetic little whimper as she realizes this is the end, and it’s going to hurt. He laughs as he goes for her eyes.
And I watch him take them out, one by one.
A professional. A true psychopath.
We leave the parts of Sue on the table and the kitchen floor as we make our way to the bathroom to get cleaned up. She no longer has her limbs, her eyes, or her tongue. Her heart sits beside her face, her chest ripped open, the ribs sticking out and broken.
She didn’t tell us anything more, but she did confess her sins. One by one. She deserved everything we gave her. The world is a better place without her in it. No one will miss her.
I flick on the faucet in the shower and watch as Bane shimmies out of his bloody clothes, tossing them all across the floor as he goes.
It makes my eye twitch, the mess, but I say nothing. I just watch as he slips under the warm spray and begins to soap up. The white lather is pink now, the blood swirling down the drain.
I’ll join him when he’s cleaner. The thought of a stranger’s blood on me makes me squirm. It’s why I always wear the gowns, the masks.
Although the blood seems to fit Bane just fine.
He looks good in it. I will admit that.
“You missed some,” I say as I strip down slowly, making Bane pause and stare at the sight.
I like that he enjoys what he sees. That the long scars on my back don’t bother him. That he doesn’t see me as broken. But stronger. A fighter.
“Where is it?” he asks, scrubbing at his chest.
I point to his forehead, and he grins, his hand moving up to wipe it away.
“Better?”
“Much.”
He’s almost entirely clean, shining, those scars visible now. Each and every one of them.
“You can join me now.”
“Soon,” I say, waiting for the water to run clear. It’s only then that I step in beside him, my fingers skimming his slim waist.
He shivers at my touch, leaning into me slightly before pulling away. There’s a question in his eyes, so I give him an answer.
“You can touch,” I tell him, and he shifts closer, his hand landing softly on the spot right against my heart.
He must feel the thud of it. How desperate it is. How hard it’s getting for me to control it.
“You looked hot pulling her chest open like that. Did you do that a lot when you were a surgeon?”
“Of course.”
“It’s a good thing I wasn’t working with you then. I’d have cum all over the sterile floor.”
“I would have had to punish you for doing that.”
“Oh yes,” he says, his fingers curling slightly, making my skin tingle. “I would’ve enjoyed that.”
“I know you would have. You’re a rare find, Bane.”
