Page 142 of Anathema Codex

LAKYN

I step back to admire my handiwork.

Not too shabby,I muse as I lean forward and smack her shitty blonde hair out of her face. I never did get to pull that rat’s nest from the roots like I always wanted to, but I think preserving her as best as I can for the time-being is better, anyway.

Nothing perks up Ichabod’s dick like seeing his bestie.

“What do you think, Trixie? Think he’ll enjoy you watching us?” I ask her with a smirk. Or part of her, anyway.

I’ve had more than my fair share of kills in my lifetime, but none more sweeter than lopping Satan’s Superstar Cunt’s head off her high and mighty shoulders.

“Didn’t think I had it in me, did ya?” I ask Trixie in a low tone as a grin spreads across my lips. “My only regret about this entire thing is that he wasn’t there to see it. Not that he would have been able to handle it,” I continue dryly as I push my hair out of my eyes, “but I think it would be a good reminder to stay onDaddy’sgood side, don’t ya think?”

Hmph. The bitch is finally at a loss for words.

I glance around the room and wonder what else I can do to put him in the mood.

It’s not like this is the first time she’ll watch me fuck him, so I know he won’t be too bitchy about that.I should have brought her crown back. He would have definitely gotten a kick out of that,I muse with a chuckle as I walk over to the nightstand and pick up the hammer.

I know I can’t leave this out because he’ll think that I’m going to kill him then fuck him—or fuck him then kill him—but truth be told, I’d be bored if I got rid of him.

He’s tight. He does as he’s told. He doesn’t really get in the waytoomuch, and plus, I got him fair and square in the trade.

Granted, if he ever pulls another little stunt like he did with that punk again, I’ll turn the fucking hammer around and rip his balls off with it. But, all in all, Ichabod’s a pretty good roommate.

“Alright, I think things look good in here,” I mutter as I glance around the room one last time.

I walk over to the closet and place the hammer on the top ledge before I turn around and head out of the room. Raking a hand through my hair, to make sure that I still look damn amazing and presentable as always, I wander around the house to find my fucktoy.

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“Ichabod!” I sing out as I veer grandly into the living room. I smirk when I find him sitting on the couch, his hair still damp, slicked back and smelling clean.Finally.“You ready to get dirty again?” I ask as I walk over and drop onto the empty spot next to him.

He gives me an irritated look out of the corner of his eye before shuffling an inch farther away from me and I blow out my breath as I let my head fall back against the cushion.

“What is itnow?”

I turn my head toward him, just in time to catch his lips pursing. He always does that when he’s thinking about what he wants to say without putting me in a bad mood.

He's pretty considerate like that.

“I just… I can’t believe you—”

“Boo-ooo-rrr-iii-nnnngg!”

“THAT! That right there is one of the fucking problems!” he explodes, jumping to his feet, his hands shaking.

“What? That I find talking about blonde bitches boring?” I ask with a chuckle.

“No! Well, yeah, that too, but you never let me say anything, Lakyn! You always roll right over me like I don’t count!”

I lick my lips before I sit up, lean forward, and reach for a pack of smokes on the coffee table. I smack the bottom of the pack against the hardwood before shaking one out, popping it between my teeth, and lighting it. “Because you don’t,” I state evenly.

Leaning back and looking up at him, I blow out a steady stream of smoke and chuckle when I see the tears well up in those tired, green eyes of his.

“Think about it,” I continue as I kick my feet up on the table. “You came from the gutter, Ichabod. An absolute psychotic bitch groomed you into being her bestie when she never loved you.Ever.And before you think I’m just trying to hurt your precious feelings again, I’m not. I’m laying some of that good ol’ Meyer truth on you. You wanna know why I killed her? She said that she didn’t know who the fuck you were. True, taking that cunt out has been on my mind for years, but I let that little snake slither in the desert because, hey! Out of sight, out of mind, right? But when I finally caught up to her and confronted her, she said she didn’trecallher former life. I brought you up and she said she had no idea who you were. So, whether you wanna admit it to yourself or not, you’re the reason she’s dead. I couldn’t let her hurt your feelings, now could I? What kind of friend would I be if I let that happen?”

By the time I’m done letting him know that besties aren’t really forever and that no one cares about him, his mouth is hanging slightly open and tears are rolling down his gaunt cheeks.

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