Page 52 of Tainted Serenity

“Was this the pain you needed?”

I answer his question with a burning kiss that sparks fire within me, making our demons connect in ways they never have before. The pain grounds me, letting me know I am alive, however fragile that might be, and I’m here with him. With slightly trembling hands, I grab the knife from Grey, seeking acceptance in his eyes. With a smile, he nods his head, and I reach for his arm, cutting into it. Three precise slices, blood coating our skins in a beautiful sight.

“We are fucked up,” I say.

“Yes, we are. But what’s the world without monsters and psychos in it?”

As our blood intertwines, it creates a macabre yet euphoric scene, a sensation that makes the weight in my chest lift, as if I have been released from a heavy set of handcuffs.

The pain serves as our anchor, allowing us to endure one day at a time in our captivity.

Grey thrusts into me one more time as blood coats everywhere. The floor we stand on is tainted with blood, as are our clothes, but I only care about Grey.

He has always been able to silence the roaring destruction inside me.

His thrusts become sloppy as he nears an orgasm, and I clench around his cock while nearing mine, too. It is numb-striking, and before we know it, we both come together. I feel his cum fill me from the inside, warm and sticky as it trickles down my legs when he pushes out from me. He kisses me hard again, and panic seizes my breasts when the numbing sensation of it takes over.

It feels like a goodbye, precisely like when he made love to me in the abandoned cottage the day we tried to escape from this dollhouse. As if sensing my inner turmoil, he looks at me with a tender look full of admiration and love, causing dangerous butterflies to swirl inside me.

“This isn’t goodbye. Not by a long shot, little doll. Now go, before we get caught.”

“But–”

He interrupts me, his finger brushing against my lip. “I promised you, I will always belong to you as you will me.

With a final nod, I step away, my chest aching at having to leave him when I have just found him again. My steps take me further away from him, and I turn back to look at Grey, a smile tugging on my lips when he stares back at me with that familiar, intense gaze that made me feel all kinds of emotions at Dankworth Institute.

I round the corner of the corridor, far from Grey’s view, when Arthur’s voice reverberates from the very spot where we had committed the murder and later sought solace in the twisted, gruesome embrace that became our addiction.

“Good job, boy.”

Arthur’s voice sends chills down my spine, and I quicken my steps to get as far away as I can. Despite knowing the man who has captured my heart is stuck with the devil himself, I know Grey will survive. And he will come back to me.

After all, he once said there was no way of escaping him.

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SOME OF THE TILEDwalls are falling apart, and some pieces are already missing, but what is worse is that the color is slowly fading away, replaced by something black mixed with dark green. Mold. A stench pervades the supposed bathroom I’m inside, and it’s so overwhelming it leaves me gagging. It’s as if ants crawl under my skin, making me feel all kinds of icky as I try to ignore the stench filling my nose.

With careful steps, I walk up to the sink, the floor cold against my bare feet as I try to avoid the wet spots covering the floor. I don’t even want to know what kinds of spots they are. The thought of accidentally putting my feet in one of them makes bile rise in my throat from mere disgust.

Once I arrive at the sink, I notice the mirror, which is strangely compact. My reflection stares back at me, far different from what I saw when I last looked into the mirror back at Dankworth Institute the day I smashed my knuckles, shattering it into pieces.

My eyes still look dead, as if a lifeless host resides inside my soul, yet there is something precious in my gaze. A glimmer of hope that only one person has sparked. My cheeks, which were pale the last time, are now a darker shade after our sexual interaction in the corridor, and my face flushed from the aftermath of my orgasm.

Just thinking about Grey’s dirty mouth and actions makes tingles heat my core until I become wet all over again. I force myself to cleanse my hands, the cold water washing over my skin until I bring my hands up to my face to cool it down.

Emotions overwhelm me, existing all over the place and making it impossible for me to decipher what is what and what I should actually feel.

I cannot think about the woman we killed, because if I allow myself to, that disgusting piece of guilt will press into my chest like a shotgun and make it impossible to breathe.

With trembling hands, I grab a paper towel from beside the sink, hastily rinsing it before making sure to wipe away the blood from my arm that Grey caused. I do my best to remove the blood from my dress. My thighs feel sticky from his release, but I don’t bother cleaning it up, needing him with me for a second longer.

He was like a wild animal out there, his inner demons breaking through the surface in ways they never had before, allowing me to see another glimpse of the true him underneath the surface. He may be a monster, but he is my fucking monster, just as I am his little doll.

Together, we are an unbreakable force that thrives on pain and chaos.

When I finish cleaning myself up, I leave the bathroom while making sure to avoid the wet spots on the floor before reaching the hall where my heels are. The exquisite ballroom still has people dancing to the calm yet gothic music as I enter it again after putting on my heels. The musicians are playing beautifully, their bodies moving in time to the rhythm.

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