She presses a rug over the wound, trying to absorb the blood, but it does nothing. She finally realizes it and replaces the rug with the blade. Craig’s body twitches from the pain and finally he looses consciousness. I am surprised he lasted that long.
I step back and walk slowly to the bathroom. Before I know it, I am bent over the toilet, throwing up whatever is left in my stomach. Once I have nothing else left, I get up and go to the sink. I splash cold water on my face and take a deep breath.
Ready to return back to the chamber of torture, I grab the toilet paper and walk back out.
I notice the open wound where Craig’s dick used to be. The blood has now stopped, and Nova is cleaning the area. She takes a t shirt from his closet and duct tape from the desk. I am slightly curious as to why this man had duct tape ready to go on his desk, but with everything considered, I think it doesn’t matter anymore.
She places the t-shirt on the wound and uses the tape to secure it to his body. I take the chance and reach with enough toilet paper in my hand to pick up the severed penis from the floor. I carry it to the kitchen like it’s a bomb, and set it on the counter not wanting to hold it until I can find something to put it in.
I open the freezer, and I see that the guy has enough ice in it for what I need. I empty it in aplastic cup and shove his dick in it. I doubt they will be able to attach it back to his body, but that’s the least I can do after this man got his penis removed because I couldn't keep myself from talking. Stupid ADHD. Once an idea crosses my mind, no matter how stupid it is I have to materialize it to the universe. Sometimes, like this one, the idea is a very bad one.
“Are you seriously trying to save his dick?” Nova questions me when I hand her the cup.
“Pinkie, you had your revenge; let me feel sorry for the guy. Now get the cup to my car like a good girl, I will be down with him in a minute.” I say, and she nods, not really arguing now.
It’s like she just realized the weight of her actions. Although I doubt she regrets it, the fact that she is now doing what I told her is good enough for me.
I follow her, carrying the man. It takes more effort than I had hoped, but finally, ten long minutes later, I am in front of my car where Nova is waiting leaning against it. She opens the back door when she sees me, and I place Craig inside.
“Get in. We will come back for your car later.” I say and once again she does as she is told, like a good girl.
I get to the driver’s seat and start driving as fast as I can to the closest hospital. Nova stays silent next to me as we approach the hospital. We are lucky enough that this guy chose a motel that had a hospital next to it.
Nova rushes out of the car before it even stops completely. I do the same once I am sure it won’t start rolling down the hospital parking lot. By the time I reach the door, Nova is next to me with a rolling chair. I pull the man until he is transferredon it and I place the cup with the melting ice and severed cock on his lap.
I roll him to the security guard and slide a hundred dollar bill to his pocket with a whisper. “He needs a doctor, you never saw us here. Trust me he deserved it.”
The man doesn’t argue probably thinking that this is either really weird or really fucking weird. Before anyone can see us, we both get into the car and drive away. A breath leaves my lips, and it seems I have been holding it since the motel.Fuck, this night is indeed fucking weird.
Chapter 9
Nova
Fuck, fuck, fuck.What the hell am I doing?
“Calm down, Pinkie.” Ash’s voice comes from the driver’s seat as he drives us far from the hospital.
We are not far from the hospital when the sound of a siren comes from behind us. A police siren.Fuck I am starting to think I am bad luck.
“Everything will be okay.” He whispers. His hand brushes mine for a mere second before he starts typing something on his phone, keeping his attention focused on the task as thepolice officer approaches.
“Is this the right time to text someone?” I question.
“Yes.” He says in a low voice as he lowers his window, then, with a more pleasant voice that I haven’t heard him use before, he speaks to the officer leaning by his window.
“Hello, officer. Was I speeding?”
“Yes, sir. License and registration, please.” The officer sheds light into the car and on me. I see him notice the blood on both our clothes and on the back seat.
“Please exit the car. Hands where I can see them.”
Ash does as he is told while I take a moment to check my phone that just buzzed.
Ash: Whatever happens, you are a victim. You know nothing. I forced you to come with me. Youwill be fine. Be a good girl for me, Pinkie.
The realization of his message hits me as I exit the car. A female officer approaches me, directing me to stand with my hands placed behind my back, as she pats me down and cuffs me. A male officer mimics her as he cuffs Ash’s hands behind his back.
“You have the right to remain silent. Everything you say or do can be used against you in a court of law. You have the right, and you should request a lawyer.” The officer reads me my rights as if I am participating in a cop movie.
