Page 128 of Anathema Codex

“And you will. Kind of.”

Trixie lets out another loud sob as I move away from her and get dressed. Ichabod can finish the blowjob she started when we get back home because he’ll be so damn grateful that I brought his little pal back that he won’t say no.

If anything, he’ll probably beg me to let him do it and who would I be to deny him the pleasure?

I run a hand back through my hair once I’m dressed and snap my fingers at the sobbing, bloody, cum-filled bitch on the bed.

“Alright, enough of that; it’s annoying. Get up and come get your treat,” I tell her.

The last time I said that to her, I smacked her up on Sugar Drops. It made me wonder for a short time if that made me a dealer, but honestly, I just wanted her to shut the fuck up and stop nagging so I could get to know my pot of gold at the end of the bloodstained rainbow.

If I didn’t like his personality, I would have fucked and killed him, but he grew on me. Kind of like cancer, and even though I knew I could have gotten rid of him, I’ve been riding it out ever since.

Literally and figuratively speaking.

I begin to inspect my fingernails, Trixie a blur in the background but still on my radar, and then sigh when she decides that cry babying her way through this might stave off the inevitable.

Baby, that reminds me.

“On your feet, Your Holiness,” I snarl at her as I reach for her leg and yank. She drops onto the floor with a dull thud and covers her face as she cowers on her ass.

This is boring.

I’ve never seen her act like this even when she got the boy smacked up and raped by her buddy Sergio.

It’s pathetic really and I haven’t got the time for this anymore.

I reach down and pull her to her feet by her hair. I always hated this blonde fucking mop, but I’m going to make sure that it’s still nice and pretty, sans golden pointy things—because Ichabod always loved looking at this sow.

“Hey, I’ll tell you what,” I say as I reach into my pocket and light up another smoke. When Trixie drops her hands and looks at me like the blubbering mess she is, I smile. “If you promise that you’ll be good for Ichabod, I’ll take you back and we can forget any of this ever happened.”

“I promise,” she sobs almost immediately, and I laugh.

“Good girl, Now…” I say as I crack my neck and reach for my favorite hatchet. “Arms out to the side. I gotta take you back the way he remembers you, you know.”

Trixie does as she’s told without so much as giving it a second thought, and when she drops her chin to her chest, I shake my head.

“Uh, uh, bitch. You’re not gonna wanna miss this,” I tell her in a low, even tone.

The second she looks up at me again, I flick my smoke at her bed, grip the hatchet in both hands, and slam it into her belly. Ichabod would never have recognized her if that shit inside of her started to grow after a while, so I’m taking care of it before he even gets the chance to be disappointed over it.

Her eyes bulge as she reaches for her new, little wound and I crouch down to size her up. The problem is that while I’m sure I got rid of the disappointment, I’m not entirely sure that seeing the gash actually have one is going to do him any good either.

“Hey, Trixie?” I ask as I stand back up and roll my shoulders. She staggers on her feet, struggling to look into my eyes, and I smile.

“This is from Ichabod, but it’s more for me.”

With a loud grunt, I raise the hatchet and bury it into her throat.

* * *

It took some time to lop her head off her tight little body, but I did a fairly decent job. Her hair is all in place, and I left the crown behind because it’s not like Ichabod would recognize that anyway.

The only thing missing before I get going again is Red.

As I walk out of the Fuck House of Light, Trixie’s head gripped firmly in one of my hands, I begin to hum. I have no idea where the cactus thing is, but I don’t think I’m gonna have to look very far.

Clearing my throat, I lay my hatchet on the ground and put two fingers into my mouth, letting out a shrill whistle.

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