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Sebastian
The last few days have been busy. The uptick in business has been great, but I’ve been missing Marla and being away from her fuels the fury I carry deep in the pit of my stomach. Taking Peter the other night was a physical feat. The guy mustweigh at least two hundred pounds and my muscles still ache from dragging him.
Securing him in the cage was easy, but all he does is yell. Giving him water and food once a day doesn’t seem to quiet him. Last night when I went to my supplier Clyde’s house to exchange money for goods, he was high as a kite and pushed a short blonde woman out the door towards me. How unexpected that she all but landed in my lap. I took her home, and that was the straightforward part. The promise of drugs was too tempting. She was like a moth to a flame, not realizing she was going to be burned in the shed. She’s working off the high in the crate next to Peter.
I’ve spent the day in the garden. At first glance, you wouldn’t peg me for a gardening aficionado but that’s the problem with first impressions. My dove sees me under everything, that’s why I need to have her. Still fixing the damage that happened to my flowers while I was in prison last time frustrates me. The hydrangeas are my favourite flower. The large purple bursts of colour mix nicely with the pink and white ones. The nitrogen and phosphates from the blood–the essence of somebody–makes them bloom so beautifully, creating an oasis of colour behind the house. Lilies, ferns, and hostas separate the arrangement with the earth’s green colour of life.
I drive to the mental health centre and look through the herd of people, but she isn’t there. The next place I go is to her house. I don’t see her at her desk, and I don’t want to risk getting caught. Since the day I first spoke to her, her voice curbs the anger inside. That isn’t something I’m willing to give up anytime soon. I need her, but I’ll be back after I take care of some pressing matters.I drive home and open Peter’s crate. “What the fuck do you want from me?” He paces, his eyes flick from me to the entranceway. I’m sure he thinks he has a chance to escape.
“I want your building.” I don’t take my eyes off of him.
“If I let you have the building, you’ll let me go?” I give him a half smile and put my hands up. “I knew you were looking at that freak, Marla. She won’t bend for you. She doesn’t bend for anyone,” his words grate my nerves. I want to see what makes him tick, and how much pain he can endure. He doesn’t deserve her, of course she wouldn’t bend for him. He’s the scum of the earth, a virus that needs to be eradicated. My focus is shattered as screams surround us. The new girl is awake.
“My name is SYLVIE and I refuse to die.” The screams make Peter jump and I use the time he’s distracted to latch his wrist with a restraint. With him attached to the wall, I open her crate and pull her across the cement.
“Fuck you, you sick fucker.” Her nails dig into my arm, and I drop her. Sylvie’s knees skin against the floor and she takes one glance back at me as she runs. She doesn’t get far as her body gets caught in the wide plastic panels. They look easy to run through, but they wrap around your body like they have a mind of their own.
With a firm grasp on her ponytail, I yank her across the floor and seize her wrist in the restraint. As they both come to terms with being tied like animals, I clean the floor. The sight of skin and blood gives me a wave of disgust. It's appalling how repulsive humans can be.
“What do you want?” she screams.
“Touch her.” I back up to stand across from them, leaning on the tool bench and crossing my ankles.
“What the fuck? I’m not doing that. What the fuck is wrong with you?” Peter shouts.
The woman starts to cry and scream. “My name is Sylvie, and I don’t want to die here. You are a fucking sicko.”
I smile, wondering if she thinks repeating her name is going to make me stop. That bringing humanity into the equation isgoing to make me falter. I scoff, I lost my humanity a long time ago. “Obviously.”
Peter spits on the floor, his face red, and he struggles against the restraint. “I won’t do it. Fuck you.”
I lean down towards them. “Listen, the last person you touch before you die will not be my Marla. I don’t give a fuck if you want to hit or rape Sylvie, but you will fucking touch her.”
A large puddle of piss forms beneath the both of them, and I crinkle my nose at the smell. Taking a step forward, I inspect both restraints carefully. Once I’m satisfied they are secure, I walk away. “Enjoy. I’ll be back later to take care of you.”
Locking the shed door from the outside, I walk into the house to change my clothes. I grab a sandwich and walk out to the car, then drive to town. After my sales are complete, I stroll to Marla’s apartment.
She sits up in her favourite chair, her face tear-stained. It breaks my heart and I want to know who has hurt her. My eyes wander to the blade that sits on the coffee table. I wish I could suck the blackness that clouds her mind out of her. I’d take everything on as my own if it meant that she could live a life of freedom. I’ll slay every demon that takes up real estate in her head.
My phone buzzes, lit with Clyde’s number. Walking away from the window, I make my way to his apartment to exchange money for his product, and then I make my way back to my car. I’ll finish up everything tonight and tomorrow I’ll find out what is wrong. I don’t want to take her against her will, but if it means keeping her safe, I will do whatever it takes.
When I get to the shed, the lock is still secured. Opening it, I make my way through to the final room to see Sylvie on the floor without her shorts on. She’s curled in a ball crying and Peter is looking away with his pants open, his limp dick laying exposed against his underwear.
“Well, well. I knew you were a sick fuck, but I really didn’t see this happening. Any hole is better than no hole before death, I guess.” I put on my apron and cross the room, unlatching Sylvie. I pick her up and cradle her in my arms.
“Why did you let that monster do that?” She sniffles, her face a mess of tears and snot.
“It’s just the way it had to be. He was in control and did this to you. Not me.”
I lay her on the table, securing her wrists and ankles. “I don’t want to die,” she whispers, sniffling the snot back into her nose.
“Your death is for a reason. Your essence will grow the biggest and most beautiful flowers.” Her eyes follow me as I open the door to the small room, grabbing the pliers and a knife.
“What do you mean?” Her voice trembles and I tilt my head to look down at her, deciding I will wait to extract her teeth. She’s been through a lot. I must be going soft.
Peter stares at us across the room and if I had the right restraints, I’d pull him over to watch. Hooking up the hose to the bucket and the table, I slide the knife swiftly over her jugular and watch the life leave her eyes slowly. A peaceful look falls over herfeatures, something she didn’t experience in life and I provided this gift.
“You are a lowlife human. Marla will want nothing to do with you.” His words creep through my mind. They bounce between the demons that live inside my head. He is telling me words I never want to hear, but I know aren’t true. She will love me in her own time.
