Page 78 of The Black Lotus
Neither of us say anything as she nuzzles into my chest. No words can be said for what happened. I could apologize, but she’d tell me it isn’t my fault, and I know she won’t want to hear that. It would turn into us consoling one another and the silence says more than words ever could. I brush my hand down her head, my fingers getting stuck in the bloody knotted parts. She doesn’t wince away from the pull even though I quickly remove my hand from fear of causing any other kind of pain. She needs a bath and I will be the one to wash her, restraining myself from doing anything else. I kiss the top of her head, her breathingfinally evening out as her body relaxes fully into my hold and her eyes fight to stay open.
“Hate to break up the sweet moment, but what are we going to do about Mom?” Zephira asks, pointing her thumb behind her at the unconscious body on the floor.
“Kill her,” I state plainly, refusing to let Serena go as I bury my head in her neck and her lips part with a dry giggle.She needs water and to be bandaged.It’s my turn to take care of her after we take care of Cynthia. I hope her recovery ends with another food sexcapade.
“Obviously, but I don’t see anything here we could use to do that besides the knife she brought, and I don’t know about you, but after learning the truth, I want her to feel pain.”
I look down at Serena, and with a shared look, we both answer at the same time. “Home.”
FORTY-FOUR
ASTER
The sky is clear, the moon shining bright as stars twinkle and tease the darkness, the moment of peace we have been working towards finally within reach. We all decided Cynthia would die in my kill space as my final lamb and Zephira’s first. Since she has never killed a woman before, I’m going to have her go before me, let her experience the difference.
Luckily, I had a first aid kit under the seat of my car, thanks to my smart and thoughtful vixen, so I was able to clean and patch Serena’s wounds before we left. Cynthia lays strapped to my table still sleeping as I help Serena put up the final pieces of plastic over the walls before handing her and Zephira both a brown leather apron.
Setting up my shop and putting the apron on feels nostalgic. It’s time I say goodbye to the man I once was, and killing him alongside my mother feels like the perfect end.She wants me to be the Morbid Monet?I don’t bother hiding the twisted smirk darkening my features.It’s about time she met him.
With my two girls by my side, I prepare everything like I would for my lambs. Getting out my paints and my rose, I finally open the drawers for us all to select a weapon of choice, one we can pour our hatred into.
She’s still fully clothed, because I don’t want nor need to see my mother naked, so instead of painting her body, I’ll just paint her face.
Finally, I get out the red lipstick my mother hated and swipe the color against her lips. Stirring, she presses her lips together like she knows what’s happening.
When her eyes finally open and sees me holding the red tube, she sneers. “How dare you mark your mother’s lips like a whore.”
“I mark all of my lamb’s with the color you despise,” I say, capping the lid and handing it to Serena to throw in the incinerator.
She looks around, realizing all three of us stand over her. She rolls her eyes, laying perfectly still, like this doesn’t faze her, like she could still escape. But she should know there is no escaping the Monet once he catches you.
“I’m not one of your little lambs.”
I pick up the knife behind me, looking at my reflection in it as I speak to her. “Wasn’t it you who said I lost who I was?” My gaze meets her own. “Didn’t you say I haven’t had a lamb since meeting Serena?” I slam the knife down next to her head, making her flinch. “It’s time to meet the monster you created.” I step to the side, grabbing Serena’s hand to help her fill the space between us. “But first, his other half will have some fun with you.”
She scoffs. “I’m not scared of your failed kill.”
Serena tilts her head and smirks, my cock hardening at the sight. “You’re not scared of me, Cynthia?”
Later I will show her how my body reacts to her bloodlust, but now my girl is about to make my worthless mother bleed. I refuse to be distracted by my carnal needs.
“You may have everyone else fooled, but I know how weak you truly are.”
“You were the only one I was fooling.” Serena lifts her choice of weapon, the flame on the kerosene torch blazing to life. “Do you know what burning flesh on a living corpse smells like?”
Cynthia’s eyes widen as she tries to move away from the heat from the flame, the brave face she has been holding on to this entire time slipping when the roles reverse. I stifle the laugh so as to not interrupt Serena’s moments as I watch Cynthia try to cower away from the flame. Serena loves to play with fire, and when my vixen is in the zone, there is no stopping her. She knows she can’t go too far though, she knows we all get a turn ripping screams from Cynthia’s throat.
The first of many screams comes, as if on cue, when the flame licks the flesh on her thigh. Serena holds it there until her skin bubbles and melts, her eyes captivated by the scene, the smell not bothering her one bit as she holds herself up with her other hand braced on the table. Zephira and I have to cover our noses with our shirts to escape some of it.
“Are you scared of me yet?” Serena asks, slowly moving around the table.
No words leave Cynthia’s lips, her shrill shrieking making my heart race, and when the flame dies down, so do the screams.
“That was fun, but it was over too quickly. I do wish I had more time to make you regret ever doubting my power, but my time is up.” Serena slowly turns, placing the canister down with a pout. “Who's next?”
Zephira steps up, looking down with a snarl. “Me.”
We knew the order of who would torture her before we started, but watching my mom fear for what’s to come, who is next to make her bleed is what we wanted. We wanted to see fear for who is next.
