“Reese, some help.”
“Yes, Papa!” Her tiny fingers latch onto Bronwyn’s bottom lip and tug.
“Proud of you, girl.” He smirks, like she’s his perfect creation. “Be sure to hold steady.”
“Sure will.”
No more words are exchanged between them as he starts. One by one, he plucks Bronwyn’s teeth out, letting them all drop into Reese’s lap.
Blood trickles down Bronwyn’s chin. Her tears and muted gags punch holes through my soul.
My stomach twists the hardest it has since I came down here.
One more second of this and I’ll lose it.
While I somehow manage to keep it all in, Bronwyn doesn’t. When there are no teeth left in her mouth, she retches, her stomach ejecting mostly spit onto her chin and chest.
Her suffering is a living, screaming thing, and my bones rattle with it.
Thank God our parents aren’t here to see this. They’ll never know what happened here. I’ll shield them from these horrors. From everything.
Reese and Jett laugh when Papa picks up one of Bronwyn’s teeth from Reese’s lap.
“Perfect molars.” He twists it under the dimmed light, his gaze appreciative. “We’ll save this one. In fact, we’ll hold on to all her teeth.”
This level of torture, the thrill of defiling someone so completely, is something out of a horror movie.
At least there, the murder scenes are fake.
Nothing’s fake about this.
My chin wobbles. I’m pretty sure my entire body is shaking.
Knox’s fingers clamp down harder.
Quiet.
“My turn.” Jett smirks.
At least he won’t get to hurt Bronwyn for long.
She’s got minutes, if that.
The color has drained from her lips, the edges now bluish.
Her breathing is shallow and wheezy. She’s stopped slobbering, vomiting, and spitting, her body slumped against the chair.
“Miss Reese.” Jett gestures with the knife to Bronwyn’s mouth.
The little satanic helper narrows her eyes, lips curling into a wicked smirk.
She obediently pries Bronwyn’s mouth open, smearing blood and puke across her fingers.
Any kid her age would’ve flinched, gagged at the smell, at the texture.
Not Reese. “Go ahead, Jetty.”
Black dots blur the edges of my vision as Jett slices through Bronwyn’s gums.
