Page 169 of The Doll and The Domination

I’m going to kill Kane’s brother.

If it weren’t for the massive weight on my shoulders to stay out of trouble so I can keep everyone safe, I’d do that right now. I’d pull his skin off his bones and feed it to the Blood Mammoths. There are no words to describe the rage I’m keeping locked away, no adjectives to represent the fury that bubbles in my veins at the sight of Ruth so ill, so depressed, so weak.

If I didn’t have to be strategic, I’d bring her the severed head of each soldier that cheered for her demise.

I want them all to burn for stringing her up like a doll and ripping limbs off like they were disposable.

The question has often risen from my contemplation in this specific type of captivity: is the asylum worse? Or better?

It isn’t a question anymore.

“I can’t fucking eat,” Warrose grumbles as he pushes his plate away.

The girls asked us to go eat at the commissary so they could give Ruth a sponge bath. We needed to separate anyway. I’ve been getting stir crazy, pent up with so many raw, animalist urges to slaughter these fucked-up human beings. I can see the same crazed glint in Warrose’s eyes as well.

“Neither can I,” Niles agrees.

Although my stomach is in knots, constantly nauseated, I force myself to take a bite of the stale slice of bread on my tray.

“Eat. I know it’s fucking terrible, but we’ll need our strength,” I say quietly.

They nod reluctantly, shoveling in food with a tight grimace. Watching their gloomy expressions, I do something that’s more in Skylenna’s wheelhouse.

“Ruth is royalty,” I say.

I try to start a conversation. Raise morale or whatever.

Niles peers up at me from his slumped position over his food. Warrose keeps eating with an acknowledging grunt.

They don’t respond. Now what?

“That’s, um, crazy,” I add.

Niles raises his head completely. Warrose stops eating.

“What are you doing?” Warrose asks.

“I think he’s trying to chat,” Niles muses slowly. “Or gossip. The intent is unclear.”

“Why?” Warrose asks with an almost scared look on his face.

“Did Skylenna tell you to do it?” Niles’s face isn’t out from the dreary cloud it was under, but it’s certainly taking on an entertained expression.

“No, she didn’t tell me to do anything.” I narrow my eyes with rising annoyance.

“She definitely did.” Warrose pinches his mouth together like he’s just diagnosed me with a terminal illness.

“I’m just talking.” My forehead heats up. “What’s wrong with starting a conversation?”

Niles and Warrose exchange a strange look. It pisses me off.

“Nothing…for most people,” Warrose mutters.

“It’s just weird when you do it.” Niles smiles sympathetically.

They stare at me for several seconds before rumbling with unexpected laughter. I don’t offer a smile in return. They fucked up.

“I’m never talking again.”

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