Page 78 of Fragmented Illusions
Sick.
Sick.
“Perfect.” My head snaps up at the resounding word. My eyes fall to Silent as he squats down to my left. He reaches for me and brushes his gloved fingertips across my tender lips. My chest rises and falls rapidly as the spark from his touch shoots through me. I press my thighs together to help dull the ache that has settled between them and Creepy tightens his arms around me as if he noticed.
I’m sure he did.
They know the way they affect me.
And I think I’m done fighting it.
“You ready to drag her to the brink with me, pretty girl?” Creepy rests his face on my shoulder as he whispers in my ear, and I shiver as gooseflesh breaks out across every inch of my skin.
“I’m ready,” I say with confidence. I want this.I need this.
I never understood until these two men forced themselves into my life, but I now know stealing this woman’s breath for myself will mend the fragmented pieces I have become.
With Silent on my left and Creepy pressed against my back, I bring this fragile woman to her deathbed.
Creepy’s large hand is wrapped around mine and he helps guide my movements as I slash her flesh. It splays open, gaping, exposing the twitching muscle underneath. I’m locked in a haze as I watch more and more of her skin split open. I can feel the motion of my arm moving. I can feel Creepy and Silent’s presence. I can feel the blood spattering across us all. I canfeelit all, but almost as if this is a dream.
“We need to stop there, pretty girl. This part is for S—My brother,” he quickly corrects himself.
“I already know his name is Sol,” I remind him. Even my voice sounds faint to my ears as I breathe heavily. I suck in breath after breath, trying to satisfy the need for oxygen in my lungs. The blood clings to my face, warm and sticky and surprisingly comfortable.
“That’s not my full name, but close enough,” Silent growls out.
“Can I call you Sol?” I ask him. “I have been calling you Silent in my head but I’m not sure it fits now that you speak to me more.” I would laugh if I could breathe properly. Who knew slashing someone would take so much energy?
Silent nods, proving me wrong by remaining silent. I stifle my smile and nod back. Creepy butts in, “You can call me Spence.”
I twist my head to peer back at him. “Spence? Sol and Spence…”
“Now you know our names, pretty girl. What are you going to do with them?” Creepy asks, though I know they are both thinking the same thing.
“Work on trying to call you by them instead of Silent and Creepy.” This time I do laugh a little and Creepy—Spence—cocks his head to the side.
“I was Creepy? Hell yeah!” he exclaims excitedly, causing me to laugh harder. This is so crazy, and I love every second of it.
Sol remains, well, silent, and both Spence and I notice it. Our laughter quiets at once and we both regard Sol with quiet intensity.
Suddenly the air in the room feels staticky and full of pressure. It’s almost suffocating, but in a comfortable way.
It’s… Death.
Death is here.
Only this time,we’reDeath.
The ridge of Spence’s erection presses into my back as he pulls me against him, shifting us backwards a foot or two to give Sol space. The knife we were using is now in Sol’s hand. He hovers over the woman, regarding her with intent. His eyes trace every inch of her filleted flesh for a few moments before he lifts his arm and sinks the blade straight through her heart.
I gasp as I watch her body jerk and twitch. Her lungs expand before deflating entirely, sinking until not an ounce of breath is left inside of her. I automatically inhale deeply, breathing in the carbon dioxide she exhaled.
My eyes flutter closed as my lungs fill and my head swims deliciously.
Death tastes delectable on my tongue.
Suddenly, I’m shoved to the floor as two pairs of hands grapple at me. Hands rip my coat off of my shoulders while another grabs the waistband of my pants and yanks. The material bites into my skin but I relish in it—in being wanted. I feel them everywhere all at once, so I lie back and let them consume me.
