Page 84 of Property of Necro
You showed her? Everything?
“I saw the wombs, Tiffany’s coffin, and he explained a little bit about the women he kills,” Sola answers with an even, matter-of-fact tone from her spot against the wall, too damn far away. Alright. So she’s not running for the hills or freaking out. That’s a good thing, I suppose.Why did he decide to show her today? What in the fuck happened when I was busy?
Coffin fondly rubs the bruised teeth marks on his pec.
Is that from her?I ask, almost jealous of the mark.
“Yes. I’m thinkin’ maybe I should get it tattooed.”
“What?” Sola squeaks.
“I like havin’ your mark on me, Sweet Cheeks.” He caresses the spot again.
“You’ve only liked me for a day,” she sasses back.
Coffin grumbles a low laugh. “I’ve liked you since the moment I saw you walk up that damn aisle, lookin’ all cute and shit, starin’ at your purple Crocs.”
Yeah. I wouldn’t say they’re cute. Maybe hot. Don’t ask me why Crocs on Sola do it for me, but they do.
She gasps. “You have not.”
“I have.”
“Are you still high?” Sola asks Coffin, who smirks like a cocky fuck, hitches his elbow on the arm of the chair, and shakes his head.
I lift my chin at Rot, who’s busy watching their back-and-forth with his lips pulled in the sappiest smile.
Edibles?I sign, wondering if that’s what Coffin took today. I’ve never known him to do any other drugs besides those, and he doesn’t drink.
Rot nods.
That makes sense. They calm him down. A calm Coffin leads with logic, not misogynistic bloodlust.
Tiffany?I check. I haven’t seen her in a few days. Not that I’m payin’ much attention. She’s Coffin’s plaything.
In her room.
Gotcha.
So, he didn’t kill her before takin’ Sola to his barn. He should have. I don’t know how Sola’s gonna take it when Coffin flips his switch and fucks Tiffany one last time before he carves out her insides and ends her life. He is who he is. He does what he does. Same for me. Same for Rot.
Sola deserves better.
Better than us.
Better than me.
Better than all this.
Christ. I’ve let this go on for far too long, haven’t I?
Livin’ in delusion.
Lettin’ my obsession rule me.
For what?
My selfish reasons.
