“You see,” I gently grabbed her jaw with those antlers and lifted it, forcing her stitched eyes to find mine, “there are a fewthings in this world I just won’t put up with. One; I don’t like when people break my rules.”
Her jaw was too slim for my antlers, her chin hitting the top of the deer head. It was always too slim or too fat. I hated when they didn’t fit just right.
“Two,” I went on, pushing her head back against the small, three-inch spike I had embedded into the cross, “I don’t like when people touch me.” I pushed a little harder, her whimpers turning into soft cries as her eyes fought to open and her hands fought to grab the cane, blood dripping from both.
“Three, my family. People have been hurting them for a very long time, Adrianna, and I do so hate that. The disrespect, the blatant outcry of stupidity. It’s all just…” I inhaled deeply and exhaled. “Tedious. The truth is, I don’t have a heart. Nothing but an empty shell filled with tar, I won’t tell a lie, but when it comes to my family? I just cannot let that disrespect stand. You understand, you have children, after all.” My eyes flicked to the very picture I had pinned just above her head.
8 and 12. The only ones I managed to get an ID off of.
“Please, please, please, please,” she pleaded over and over again.
My gaze fell back to her bloodied face. “Children you sold to your very own church, knowing very well what they do there. So…perhaps you don’t understand at all. Four,” I continued. “I won’t put up with people who rape children. Love is love is loooove,” I sang in delirium. “But that just isn’t true. There are lines, and you, Adrianna, have crossed them all.”
“Please,” she begged. “Mercy.”
I didn’t recognize that word and I held absolutely no respect for those who used it. “Where are they keeping them before they throw them into the dirt?” I asked evenly.
“I don’t know,” she sobbed. “When they aren’t wanted, they are shipped off.”
“With whom?” I asked. “Who takes them?”
She screamed. “Somebody help me!”
I pushed a little more, feeling the resistance of that spike.
When she was done screaming and panting, she gasped, “I don’t know!” she cried.
“Well, that’s just disappointing. I suppose I don’t have much use for you then.” I felt the second that spike broke through her skin, her screams becoming blood-curdling.
“WAIT!”
I stopped adding pressure. “That little girl will never be the same because of you.Youruined her and you ruined the lives of your children.”
“Please!” she screamed. “I was only doing what I was taught!”
I stepped up to her, baring my sharpened smile. “The way they treated you as a child should have prevented you from doing the same thing to others. You took your trauma and used it as an excuse to harm others because the world turned its back on you, but here’s the secret, Adrianna; the world turns its back on everyone. You’re not that special.”
I stepped back and shoved her head back, cutting her scream off as the antlers ripped back her skin, the spike going straight into her head.
Her body went rigid and then slack, the blood dripping over her skin, my cock throbbing at the sight.
I ripped my cane back and studied the blood slowly trickling down the wounds on her face. Crimson.
Beautiful.
21
Scarlett
February 5th, 2023
It was a church event.
It wasn’t June, so it wasn’t an auction, and by the lines and cracks in the sidewalk, it was a place I had never been before, which didn’t happen often.
I heard people talking all around me as I counted, following Thomas down the sidewalk.
82 lines. 21 cracks, and it smelled like lavender out here. I hated lavender.
