As he gasps for air, trying to stop the blood squirting from his neck, gushing all over the floor, I become insane. Reaching down, I stand over him and shove my hands into his stomach, grabbing handfuls of his guts. I start to pull and pull, ripping his intestines out like I’m tugging on a fucking rope.
I watch as his life gradually leaves his convulsing body. “Dirty fucking cunt!” I scream before sobbing, “You will NEVER touch a child again!”
Suddenly, the front door crashes open, a jumbled blur in my peripheral vision, but I keep pulling, lost in my frenzy. Hell rounds the corner with Wrath right behind him, but I don’t look at them. I just cry and yank until Eli’s body finally goes limp, his eyes glazing over in death. I slip on the blood and collapse on my ass, leaning against the counter, my knees pulled up to my chest as I stare at Eli’s lifeless form.
“Dolly?” Hell's voice is serene, a total opposite of my delirium. He steps toward me before crouching to block my view of Eli. My blurred gaze meets his as he reaches out, stroking my hair away from my eyes.
“What happened?”
“He tore mini dolly’s head off, and I lost it,” I weep.
His eyes ease. “Don’t worry, I’ll fix her,” he calms me.
“He was trying to take me to Kyro.”
Hell’s eyes flash with irritation before he looks back at Wrath over his shoulder. “Lock this place the fuck down,” he orders.
I hear Wrath walk away, then Hell turns back to me. “Come on, let’s get you home,” he says, gesturing with a small nod.
He takes my hands, helping me stand on wobbly legs. As we pass Eli’s body, I glance down one last time, a shiver running through me.
After having a shower, I feel like I’ve calmed down a lot, becoming used to the insanity that my life now brings. I stroll into Hell’s bedroom, wrapping a black towel around my damp body. I spot him shirtless, resting against the headboard, stitching mini dolly’s head back on. In awe, I crawl onto the bed before climbing over him and straddling him crotch. His dark gaze wanders down me briefly before he continues to stitch, and I watch in fascination.
“How did you learn to do this?” I ask, curiosity in my tone.
“In training I learned all kinds of things, including crafts.” He answers, his eyes flashing to mine. “Mainly stitching corpses.”
My gaze expands, and a grin twitches on Hell's lips before he looks down again. “How can you be shocked, my pretty girl? You just tore a man’s intestines out of his fucking body.”
I stay silent, knowing he is right.
“You surprised me you know?” he says, his eyes meeting mine, “You’re a little fucking savage.”
I lift a brow, “Well, he deserved it.” I assert firmly.
He gives a slight nod, “Yeah, he fucking did.”
When he finishes, he passes me my mini dolly. I gently take her with a small smile, gazing down at her and she is as good as new. Hell reaches over to the bedside, placing his sewing kit aside. As his focus returns to me, he observes me, sliding his warm hands up my bare thighs, under the towel, until he’s gripping my hips bruisingly. I can’t help but buck my hips and gasp, my eyes darting to his.
“I’m going to see the society tomorrow,” he says, and I lift my head fully.
“Can I come?”
He shakes his head once, and I whisper, “Why?”
“Because I said so, Dolly.”
“But wouldn’t it be better if they didn’t see me as some scared little girl on the run?” I protest.
He sighs, looking aside. “I can’t risk it.”
“Please.” I plead.
“Dolly…” He gives me a warning tone.
“Please, Hell. Just take me, and if they want to speak to me, they can hear it all from me. They will respect me more for walking in there and facing what I’ve done.”
He searches my eyes, thinking carefully with reluctance until finally, he gives the faintest of nods. He knows that in this system, they will prefer to hear this from me instead of hiding and not facing them.
