Page 14 of Drowned In Silence

I walk around slowly, my steps as quiet as possible. Arriving at the outer wall, I take my knife and run it across some of the mirrors. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, filling the atmosphere around us with a disconcerting quality.

His heavy breathing bounces off the walls, filling the studio with more noise than it’s had in months. I can hear him panting, shuffling around, and falling every now and again.

“Six more minutes,” I growl.

“Please, just please let me go!” He replies, begging so sweetly from around the corner.

“Now why would I do that?”

“You must have the wrong guy! I didn’t do anything!”

“Didn’t do anything?” I ask with mock surprise. “You so graciously used your fists to torture my Little Raven. Didn’t do anything… You stuck your cock in someone that doesn’t belong to you. I’m only doing this for her.She is mine!”

I can hear his sobs even though he tries to be as quiet as possible.

“Three,” I tell him. I round the corner, coming face to face with him. “Are you going to keep running, or are you finished?”

“Please… don’t do this!”

I grab him by the hand and pull him to the nearest mirror.

“Look at yourself. Look at how pathetic you are. Are you ready for Gríma Sýn to show you your past sins?”

His sobs get louder as his body crumbles to the floor on his knees. He’s now in a proper prayer position, sobbing uncontrollably. I get down on my knees behind him, towering over his body. Grabbing his head, I force him to look into the mirror in front of us.

“Watch,” I whisper. Taking my blade, I run it down his cheek from his eye to his chin. “Cry for your savior if you will. But the only one who will show up… will be me.”

I drag the blade across his throat, cutting across the cartilage of his neck. His blood seeps out of the wound, running down his shirt and puddling onto the floor beneath him.

“Look at you. You bleed so well for me.”

I pull the bag of glass from my jacket pocket, and let his head slump to his chest. Somehow he stays upright, almost like he is silently praying to his god, yet his hands stay at his sides. Grabbing two shards, I pierce them into his closed eyes.

Standing up, I walk around his dead body. He is almost picture perfect, but only almost… he needs one more thing.

Pulling the ceramic skull from my other pocket, I bend down and place it in front of him on the now-bloody ground. I take a step back until I hit the mirror behind me. Much better.

I’m as proud as I can be after killing my prey.

I leave the scene, walking out of the front door.

“One.”

Little Raven

Elliot

My hands shake inanger. Even killing that piece of shit hasn’t helped my frustration. How dare he hurt my Little Raven. How dare he harm a single hair on her head.

I took a quick shower, washing the blood from my body. It didn’t take me long to cover my tracks and head back to my car, but now I’m feeling only half full. There is something else I need and I can’t put a finger on it. Placing both hands on the counter, I lean in and stare at the mirror.

My reflection says everything that I need to hear. My eyes look like they are lost, my hair slicked back with water, and I don’t even want to look at the rest of my body.

I know what the fuck I need.

I’m still hungry. Feeding my anger with a piece of shit wasn’t enough, I need more.

I need Dynah’sbody on mine.

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