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“The first time you saw me, you said I was an abomination. That I was so sickeningly atrocious that you couldn’t even look at me. How ironic. I’m your creation. Your masterpiece. You would think you’d want to keep me close and savor what you did.” Pearl smiled, touching the tip of the blade to the opposite side of Sissy’s hairline. “I won’t be like you. I want you to know that I’m cherishing every second of seeing you suffer. And I take pride in disfiguring you. Tomorrow morning the Main Master is going to have me fixed. I’m going to be perfect, but you…not you. Not ever again. When I get done, there will be no surgeon skilled enough to put you back together. And I could kill you, Sissy. Icould carve you alive and let you die slowly, but that’s not good enough. You’re going to hurt, just like I did. I’m keeping you as a slave. I’m going to make you perfect. Perfectly monstrous. Perfectly repulsive. It’s not enough to destroy your body. I’m going to savor every second of breaking your soul. Your ego. Your spirit. I’m not just going to scar you. I’m going to feed you piece by piece to my husband until it’s impossible for you to live from the prolonged damage I’ve done. You’re going to love your new life.”

My heart was racing as I looked in awe toward the woman who was quickly stealing mine. She was beautiful in her brutality as she began to add pressure to the weapon she so wonderfully wielded. Pearl was meant to torture. No one deserved retribution like her, and that made me even happier as the blood flowed from Sissy’s jawline.

“Honey?” Pearl turned to me, serious at first, but a smile growing as she caught her words. “I like that:honey.”

I couldn’t help but match her enthusiasm at the pet name.

“What would you like, baby?”

“Steak…for our special occasions. That’s what we’re going to do with them. Slaves are good for every day, but them…I want to remember their death when we’re celebrating our wonderful life. It would only be right. If we eat people, we’ll save the worst ones for the best times.”

I pulled her into me, grabbing her ass through the loose dress. My brain couldn’t grasp the emotions I felt. Kissing wasn’t enough. Having her be mine would never sate the overwhelming love that was growing in a heart I thought was dead.

“I love that idea. We have time. I know we only have a few hours before you leave, but we’ll come up with the best plan of how to do it when you return.”

“For the plan, yes. But I don’t want them to wait for me. They don’t deserve to have a second of peace. I want them to hurt asbad as I did. Can you do that for me while I’m gone? Can you make them pay until I heal and come back?”

“Are you teasing me? You really want me to have fun without you?”

“I trust you to make it good. You’ll make them pay.”

“You know I will. I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?”

She bit her lip, tightening her arms around my neck as I lifted, holding her against me. The knife reflected in my peripheral, but I had no fear with her having it so close to my face.

“Tell me what you want.”

“What if I want two things?”

“What’s the first?”

Pearl drew her arm in that was holding the knife. “Our matching marks.”

“I didn’t forget. What are you thinking? Where would you like our marks?”

Her brow creased and her lips puckered for the smallest moment.

“I want a pretty mark.”

“Pretty?”

She smiled, dazzling me with her beauty and enthusiasm in a personality that was new. It was hypnotizing. Her cute glances through thick lashes were bait, and she was reeling me in. I knew it, and I allowed myself to fall even more.

“Hearts.”

“You want us to carve hearts into each other?”

“On our ring fingers.”

I lowered Pearl, leading her to the bathroom counter.

“I’ll do that for you. Give me a pretty heart.”

Seeing her in her element amongst the screams and revenge were what my darkest dreams were made of. Pearl lowered,angling the knife, only to pout and stand. She headed back to the cart, coming back with a smaller knife and an even bigger smile.

“Perfect.” The top half of her body went forward. I clenched my teeth as the pain registered, growing stronger as she pushed deeper, dragging the tip around in a slow arch. She let it glide back down, only to repeat the action as she sliced back up. Warm tickled along both sides of my finger, but my lids were closed, basking in our moment. “It’s beautiful.”