Page 76 of Slaughtered Firefly
DEATH
Present day
Just yesterday I watched from that window,I watched as she played on the sidewalk I walked on. It felt like years had passed, and yet it was barely two months.Would a mother sell her child to me? Would it matter?No, I’d leave with Gabriella or — No, there isn’t another option.
My fist hit the oak with determination. The door swung open to reveal the plastic-obsessed whore with a scrunched-up nose and a sour frown on her face. “What doyouwant?”
“I want her.”
“Listen lady I don’t know who you are talking about?” The bottle of liquor hung from her hand, splashing as she swayed.
My fist collided with her fresh nose job. Laughter spilled out of me like her blood poured, she, screamed cupping her nose. “Listen cunt, I tried to do this the nice way but I think you and I both know that isn’t going to happen now.” I pulled her hair by the extensions as I dragged her through her disgusting shit piles of booze bottles and garbage. Her hands clawed at mine seeking some relief as her feet kicked wildly. Even her scream was manufactured. An ear-grating holler without real depth strangled its way out of her throat as I marched forward. She was taller than I, but I was stronger as I pulled her against the hardwood until I made it to a somewhat clean section of the house. “Now, here’s what you’re going to do.” I dropped her head, and she scrambled backwards into the sectional.
“You crazy bitch!” She screamed.
“Yes, I am a crazy bitch and you are a second rate whore not worth the money my husband pays you.” I walked around the room, inspecting the dingy living space. I didn’t realize who this blonde baboon was at first, but the one small picture hidden behind the gaudy decor told me exactly who was in front of me. Isabella Campbell. This rude cunt had the audacity to swindle millions out of our organization and demand more. I wasn’t surewhere the money was going, but it all made sense the moment I saw her with him.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Her face whitened, and it almost looked like a real skin tone under the mound of makeup.
“You know, I would have thought it would take longer, but at the slightest mention of your money source drying up, you open up like a rancid fish.” I tossed the picture frame in her lap. She was pretty back then, her chestnut hair cascaded around her shoulders, Cole’s arm wrapped around her, true smiles across their faces. They would have been perfect together; I see why he took pity on her. Of course, that was the year I spent in hell. I frowned as I watched her pick the photo up. The glass shard poked into her fingertip.
She smeared blood with the back of her hand and straightened up. “What are you going to do about it?”
Psychotic laughter fell from my lips as I stalked closer to her, I couldn’t fathom this dirty bitch any longer, “I am going to kill you, that’s what I am going to do, not because I want to kill you for being a gold digger, no I couldn’t give two shits about the money. I am going to kill you for not taking care of the girl. The one thing you were paid to do.” I walked towards the liquor cabinet and grabbed a random bottle, uncapping it. When I turned back, she was on her feet again. I kneed her in the crotch and as she went to scream, I shoved the bottle in her throat, forcing the liquor down. I gripped her hair at the roots as I shoved her against the wall. “And to think this all could have been solved with a nice conversation,” I laughed as she gagged, sputtering the dark amber.
Her eyes filled with terror as I held the bottle in place, forcing the rest of it down her throat. Isabella’s heels pounded the floor trying to find purchase on my body. Snot and liquor bubbled out her nose as she inhaled too deeply. When her bodystopped fighting and she started to pass out, I withdrew my hold, dropping her like a sack of potatoes on the floor.
Some incoherent gibberish came out of her mouth as I walked towards her kitchen, the entire thing was full of discarded takeout and a pile of rancid Chinese food in the garbage can. There was a dish rag in the scene with about a dozen flies on it, a few dirty steak knives beside it. It looked like whoever cooked recently dropped everything in a hurry. I grabbed the rag and the three knives and calmly walked back to Isabella. “You know the funny thing about all of this, I would have paid you for the information, I would have paid you for her but you just had to be a rude bitch. That’s okay though, I don’t mind getting a little dirty.”
Her head lulled, but she was still conscious, the alcohol slowly poisoning her. I wasn’t worried if she heard me or not; I was done worrying what others thought. Especially stupid cunts who thought they could do harm to what’s so obviously mine. I grabbed her head, shoving the dirty dishcloth in her mouth. There was a slight protest as she shook her head, and I laughed. Nice and tight, I packed the moldy cloth into her cavity until I was sure she couldn’t spit it out.
I took one knife, stabbing her thigh, and she screamed. Her body shook as she fought to sober. her hand grabbed at the, knife but I batted it away with ease. I took another knife, stabbing into the other leg, immobilizing her. Tears streamed down her face as she pleaded around the gag. Her hands grabbed at the knives, and I almost let her pull them out, but pulled the gag out of her mouth instead. “You know if you pull those out, you will bleed out and die in less than three minutes right? The knives are in your femoral arteries and those things tend to shoot a lot of blood, your heart rate will have you dying before anyone could save your disgusting soul.”
“B-b-bitch,” she stuttered as she registered the words, her alcohol induced haze made it hard for her to hold her head up.
“Find something more insulting would you, you’re quite simple minded and we’ve already established I am a bitch,” I twirled the remaining steak knife in my hand as I contemplated which one of the plastic implants I was going to dissect first. There was one curtain sash on the back of an armrest, and I grabbed it. I grabbed her wrists, tying them around the knives sticking out of her thighs. “If you move you’ll yank these bad boys out, and then our fun little game is over.”
Isabella nodded, and I smiled cruelly. It wasn’t that I had to be so cruel, but I enjoyed being the avenging angel. Gabriella deserved to live a comfortable life, a well-financed life, and this lying snake didn’t give a rat’s ass about her. It was clear the moment I stepped inside this dingy, stale house. I raked the blade of my knife down her cheek. A trail of blood flowed down. She whimpered, jerking away, and I pinched her chin to hold her still. The dirty rag I used as a gag lay discarded in a puddle of her own piss. I wanted her to beg for her life, to beg for her freedom as I cut away the things she valued most. The silicone pouch peeked through her cheek as I withdrew my knife. She was breathing heavy through her nose, whimpering as I did the same to her other cheek. The incisions were deep enough but not wide enough for her implants to pop out.
Next, I ripped the itty-bitty dress she was wearing in two and sliced open her breast. She screamed. The scream sounded over dramatic considering the lack of depth I sliced but loud enough that I shoved the urine soaked rag back in her trap to shut her up. The Implant bounced on her leg and rolled to the floor. I stabbed it, and saline spilled out, and I frowned. “Wow I was hoping for silicone, it would have been more squishy like a slime, something about saline just feels wrong in a boob. Lame.” I looked up at her face and noticed she had lost consciousness.“Fuck, it was leaking up to a good joke, get it? ‘Leaking’, of course I’m talking to myself again.”
Moving away from her body, I went back towards the kitchen, opening the cabinet doors below the sink. Every so often someone has a bright idea to have an ammonia-based cleaner or even some sulfur dioxide. It would make good smelling salts to wake her up. After an exasperated sigh, I gave up. The bitch wasn’t worth the time anyway. I grabbed the knife block now, marching back towards her limp body. I stabbed her collarbone, severing an artery. She choked as blood splattered across my face, and I kept going. No longer listening to the muffled screams but the soft gurgle and bubbling of blood. The remaining twelve knives were in her body in no time, each precisely placed to prove my point. Mothers who do not care shouldn’t be allowed to live. All the money in the world was hers, and yet she never once gave a penny to my sweet little butterfly.Yes, mine.I no longer doubted that little Gabriella was mine, because it was a fact. Isabella’s nature would have reflected in someone she truly cared about, and it was clear the only thing she desired was the money that came with Gabriella. I will find her.
Blood coated my body as I stood back and admired my work. A large smile stared back at me. The knives formed the perfect classic smile, and the remaining plastics were perfect for the eyes. The knives that held her thighs were ripped out, shoved into her center with the rest; everything was perfect.
“That’s a better smile,” I laughed as I shoved her remains aside. At least your final smile is a true smile. As I turned to leave, the state of my appearance made me cringe.Oh yes, go greet your long-lost daughter soaked in blood and smelling of death. That’s a perfect way to scare her emotionally .Turning on my heels, I stepped over Isabella’s lifeless body in search of a bathroom.
47
HIDE
Present day
“Good morning!” Gabriella smacked into my legs as soon as the door clicked. Her bright smile beamed at me, and I smiled, hugging her little form.
“My– how did you grow two inches overnight?” I gushed as I set my bag on the table and nudged her towards the kitchen.
She giggled, hiding her face. “I’m not that big yet grandma. I still have to grow as tall as you!”
