Page 78 of Spike's Perdition
“What’s wrong, bitch?” Ivory snaps. “You sound a little weak.”
Glitter is hanging from chains connected to the ceiling. The tips of her toes barely touch the floor, and she’s emaciated. My brothers did a great job keeping her just at the brink between life and death.
“Who’re you?” Glitter asks, glaring at Ivory.
I can’t tell if she really doesn’t know or if she’s faking it, but I’ll play her game if she wants. Unfortunately, Ivory doesn’t give me the chance to play.
“I’m the woman you tried to kill. Remember cutting open my stomach, pulling my baby from my belly, and leaving me to die tied to my kitchen table? Do you really envy me that much?”
Glitter’s eyes light up. “Oh, yeah. I seem to recall something like that. And I wouldn’t call how I feel about youenvy. It’s more like an intense hatred because you tried to take what’s mine.”
Close enough.
“Did Spike give you the good news?” Ivory asks as she stalks toward the wall of weapons.
“Good news?”
Ivory lifts a serrated knife from the hooks it rests on and turns back toward Glitter. “Yeah. The news that Jack survived.”
“Jack?”
“Our son,” I clarify.
“My baby lived?” she counters.
Ivory snaps, lunging forward and thrusting the knife into Glitter’s side. “He’s not your son,” she snarls.
Glitter howls in pain, and her eyes flutter as she fights unconsciousness. “I-is that a-all ya got?”
“Don’t tempt her,” I warn.
“Just kill me, and get it over with,” Glitter says, her voice barely loud enough to hear.
“Oh, don’t you worry,” Ivory says, flipping the knife over in her hand. “You’re gonna die. But first, you’re gonna suffer.”
“Do I get a turn?” I ask hopefully before she can deliver another stab.
Ivory shrugs. “Sure.”
I grab one of several railroad spikes off the wall, grinning with anticipation. When I turn back around to face Glitter, satisfaction rolls through me at her look of fear.
Finally, she gets it.
“Damn.” Ivory whistles. “And here I thought the knife was bad.”
Waving the spike in front of my face, I take in the rust covering the surface. “I find that old and dull works best for maximum pain.”
Without warning, I take two strides forward and jab the spike into Glitter’s thigh. Her mouth drops open, but no scream erupts as she passes out.
“Well, shit,” Ivory grumbles. “I wanted to do more.”
“She’s not dead, babe,” I assure her. “You can still have some fun.”
“Oh, goody.” Her tone gives way to the giddiness she’s feeling. “Any suggestions?”
“Try to avoid major arteries if you want her alive longer.”
“Right.”
