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A little discomfort was better than spending a whole bunch of money.
Storm could feel her body start to shake and she didn’t know why. Any time she would look down at her arm, she could see just how much paler she was.
She was losing too much blood.
Her hands were now bloody from keeping pressure on her stomach. Her shirt and pants were even more soaked, and she had no doubt she was getting blood on the hardwood floors.
“Stormy,” Daddy said. “Can you look at me?”
Her eyes were trained on the spot where the fingers were laying earlier. She didn’t know who picked them up or where they had gone, but she couldn’t stop herself from continuing to look at the spot.
She could envision them there.
Laying there after they rolled out of the box.
She wanted to puke, but she didn’t think she had the strength to do so. Everything felt so weak.
The urge to lay back on the couch and fall asleep was great, but the thought of getting blood on the couch made her stay upright. She didn’t know how much longer she could do this before she passed out.
“Stormy,” he said. “Look at Daddy.”
Her eyes went to him and she saw how worried he was.
“I want you to look at me and listen to my voice. Nothing else,” he said. “Can you do that for Daddy?”
She wanted to obey him, but she found her eyes naturally going back to where the fingers had been laying.
“Eyes on Daddy,” he said.
Daddy moved in her line of sight, blocking the spot where the fingers had been.
“Eyes on Daddy, Stormy,” he said again. “Keep your eyes on me.”
She looked up at him, her eyes half open. She wanted to sleep so badly. Her arms were getting tired keeping the pressure on her stomach. She didn’t know how she had been able to do it for so long and she was worried she wouldn’t be able to continue and would bleed out.
“I’m here!” Angelo said as he jogged into the living room.
Storm kept her eyes on Daddy as Angelo walked closer to them. She didn’t want to disappoint Daddy by taking her eyes off him.
“Can you help her lay down on the couch?” Angelo asked. “I need to be able to look at her stomach.”
“N-No,” she weakly said. “No l-lay down.”
That was all she wanted to do right now. Lay down and never get back up, but the blood was stopping her.
“Why?” Daddy asked.
“Blood,” she said. “Blood on couch. Hards to gets out.”
“I don’t give a fuck about the couch. I’ll buy another one,” he said.
She continued to look at him, not fully comprehending what he was saying. Storm was getting weaker by the second.
Daddy took a step toward her and placed one hand on her back and the other under her legs, helping her to lay down. She whimpered several times as her stomach protested, but she let Daddy move her. There was no more strength in her to try and fight back or help.
She watched as he stepped away once her head was on a pillow. She didn’t like that he was so far away now.
“N-No,” she whimpered, tears forming in her eyes. “Closer.”
