He cocks his head to the side, confused before he lowers his face close to mine, searching my eyes.
“Why.” He growls, his fury arising within him.
“Because you’re just like them.”
He looks at me like he doesn’t recognize me before his eyes trace down my cut arms.
“What the fuck have you done?” his gaze meets mine and I just stare at him. He shakes me by my throat to make me respond, and I suddenly scream at him.
“You made her like this! You treat her like nothing but a fucking animal when you fuck her and then call it pleasure!”
He pulls his head back slowly, his hand loosening on my throat and I continue, “You chain her up and use her just like they did for your own enjoyment, not caring about the damage you leave in fucking your wake!”
He shakes his head from side to side, “Noir…”
“You’re just like them.” I whisper.
“You’re just like them.”
“You’re just…”
Suddenly my eyelids drop, darkness enveloping me, and I feel him gently tap on my cheek with his fingers, “Noir?”
As she lies between my legs, her back against my front, I peer down at her now and then while she sleeps, gently wrapping her sliced arms with bandages. It’s clear that my Dolly was out of her fucking mind. I didn’t recognize her. The way she looked into my eyes with no emotion, the way she spoke didn’t carry her usual voice. It was like a fuckingdemon was living inside of her.
Everything she said was hollow, yet somehow true. It twisted my fucking gut. I’ve been around madness for many years to know the signs of someone losing their sanity, and in that moment, she lost hers. Everything is triggering her to its highest peak; she’s dangerous and broken. And the more I spend time with her, the more she reveals it. Day by day she is showing me the darkness she tries to mask. Just like them? Who the fuck does she mean? All I know is when she said it, it fucked me up. I wanted to move away, not touch, or hurt her anymore.
She suddenly stirs, and when she slowly opens her eyes, they fix on me bandaging her arms.
“What the fuck happened?” she murmurs sleepily, trying to move.
I pull her back down. “Almost done.”
She avoids eye contact with me as we fall into silence, her emotions clearly conflicted. “You don’t remember what happened?” I ask, curious.
She shakes her head. “No, I remember being in the shower, and then everything went blank.”
I let out a big breath, the weight of her words settling heavily on my shoulders. As soon as I am finished, I lift her, lying her beside me.
She faces away, and I roll onto my side, gazing down at her until gradually, she falls back to sleep. The room is filled with a deafening silence, suffocating. I watch her intently and my mind races with thoughts that I can’t seem to untangle.
As I sit at the kitchen table in the Hollow’s trailer, I stare down at the lukewarm mug of coffee that my hands are wrapped around. Blush stands, leaning against the corner to my right, trying to convince me to go out with her tonight.
“Come on, Noir. It’ll be fun. It’s just a quiet bar not too far from here,” she reassures me, her tone persuasive.
I take a deep breath, bringing the mug to my lips. “I’m not sure, Blush. Why don’t we just hang out here?”
“Because it’s shit,” she responds bluntly, and I can’t help but smile while lowering the mug after taking a sip, but the smile feels foreign, almost forced.
I feel the cuts on my arms rubbing against the fabric of my hoodie, a constant reminder of everything I went through just a couple of nights ago, the blackout I had. Ever since that night, I have felt a shift in Hell’s behaviour. He is quieter than usual and not as hands-on; we haven’t even fucked. I’ve asked him if heis okay, but he just responds with a simple nod, as if he doesn’t want to talk to me. The atmosphere is making me feel uneasy, a tension that I can’t shake and want to escape from. Maybe going out with Blush will be what I need.
“It’ll only be for a few hours,” she adds, her eyes pleading.
I look at her, sighing as I sit back. “You’re not going to drop this, are you?”
She shakes her head with a big, wide smile. “Fuck no.”
Suddenly, Wrath walks in shirtless from the direction of his bedroom and we both fall into silence. His eyes meet mine briefly, but he doesn’t say anything as usual. He continues forward, and my gaze shifts to see Blush staring at him, lust evident in her pretty pink eyes, her cheeks literally blushing.
