Page 56 of Drowned In Silence

I’m on the verge of puking, but I tuck my hands into my pockets and let her continue. This is how she plays with her kills, amping them up and turning them on before she strikes. It’s disgusting to watch her own father get so hot and heavy just from her words.

“Place your hands on my hips and don’t move them. It’s my turn Daddy. My turn to show you how to feel good. Elliot won’t know what he’s missing.” She leans down and whispers in his ear, loud enough I can still hear her. “I haven’t fucked him Daddy. You should be proud of me.”

Robert grins as his hands grab her hips and allows her to sit on his lap. She starts moving back and forth slowly, grinding on his lap. When she throws her head back, I catch her eyes. She looks at me before she winks and I know she’s about to go for the kill.

“Yes, Dynah. Be a good little girl and grind on daddy’s lap,” he tells her. She pulls her head back up with the knife still in her hand.

With one clean motion, she slides the knife across his throat. His skin instantly breaks upon contact, the blade pushing in and cutting open his flesh. Blood pours out of the wound as his eyes widen. He doesn’t try and scream or talk. He just stares at her with that sickening smile on his face as he bleeds out.

I had so many plans for him. I was going to torture him, hang him from his precious cross and cut open his body. I was going to make him feel the same pain as Dynah did forher entire life, but I can’t. I couldn’t. I was just going to slice his throat and be done with it.

I couldn’t let him keep going. I couldn’t let him live a second longer, because if he did I would’ve snapped. I would have lost whatever humanity I have left, and I would’ve killed anyone and everyone who gets in my way.

I can’t allow myself to lose to the blood and gore. I can’t leave Dynah with all the bones and remains of those who I’ve killed. That’s not fair to her. This was her kill– her traumatic past that she needed to close the door on.

“Spencer,” I gasp. Searching for him once Robert’s life finally fades from his despicable life.

“He left. He went after his dad right before I traded places with you,” Dynah whispers as she crawls off his body.

“Little Raven, come here. Please,” I ask her.

“I– I can’t–.” She turns to me, her cheeks puffy as she starts crying. “I didn’t know the whole story Elliot. I’m so sorry. I didn’t–”

I cross the room quickly, grabbing the knife from her, wiping it off, and tucking it in my pocket. I lace my hand in her hair, pulling her to me by the back of the neck.

“Shhh. It’s over, Darling. He’s dead. It’s all done.”

Forever

Dynah

His hand is tangledin my hair, his grip tightening on my head.

He’s dead. My Father is fucking dead.

No… He isn’t my father. He’s just some man who says he raised me.

I drown in my thoughts. The imaginary water slowly covers my head, forcing me under. I can’t hear anything, see anything. It’s dark– black. Quiet. I can’t hear Elliot talking to me. I can’t hear Spencer if he says anything from beyond the secret door. I can’t even feel myself breathing.

I’m drowning. Forced into the inky water.

Dynah.I can hear the voice calling me, but I can’t get to it. I can’t reach the surface. I’m just fading.

I sink deeper down into the water allowing the numbness of the cold water to swallowme whole.

Solitude

Seclusion

Desolation

“Dynah, come back to me. Please, Darling,” Elliot pleads.

Like a door slamming in my face, I step back as the water recedes from my mind. I’m on the floor with Elliot on top of me. Our masks are off as he stares at my face, both inked hands cradling my head.

“There you are, my love. Stay with me. I told you not to run,” he tells me quietly.

“I’m not running. I’m fucking drowning, Elliot.”