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Did my ten-year-old self care? He didn’t give one single fuck.
Cut his throat. Burn his tongue. Bleed him out. His eyes. Pluck them.
I managed to beat him there because he drives like an eighty-year old grandma. It was easy enough to break through his locks and make my way inside where I was immediately greeted by this monstrosity. It kept… touching me.
Aiden Walker was meant to be mine, and I won’t stop until he is. Whether he likes it or not.
Weak, pathetic, spineless Aiden. Why don’t you just cut the bitch?
She. Fucking. Touched. Him.
I was curious, furious, filled with a need so intense to fucking decapitate her. I don’t know what they were doing… Is it cuddling? But I wanted it.
Aiden’s soul belongs to me and your cunty hands needed to stay where they were meant to.
My skin starts to itch, and I let out a satisfied groan as I reach back and dig my nails into the open wounds in my back. There. Better.
But I don’t really feel anything. Yes, you do. Good riddance.
It’s unsettling because I don’t know how much more pressure my brain can take until my skull cracks and the darkness begins to leak out.
What the actual psycho-fucking-shit is that?
“Those two fucking psychos—” “Ouch.” “That hurts, Daddy.” “—aren’t you.” He ticks off a final finger. “You playing is dangerous.”
I can taste him on my tongue. It’s like toxic mold mixed with vanilla icing, confusing my senses, and making my already fractured mind crack just a bit more.
“It’s more than that,” Mammon insists, pinching the bridge of his nose. “For fuck’s sake, you’re coddling the bounty.”
“You make me crazy,” he chuckles, snuggling up to my side. “My perfect obsession. My bounty. My soul to take. My Aiden.”
I don’t know which scares me more. Wanting to hurt someone… Or wanting to be hurt by somebody.
Some bullshit about the bounds of brotherhood overcoming all. I don’t know.”
“I’m your monster, little lamb. I
“You cheated!” “I don’t think you can cheat at this game.” “Well, Aiden, you’re fucking special because you managed to do it.”
I also don’t think he realizes he’s smiling.
I roll my eyes. First of all, no fucking loyalty, I see. And, of course, Mammon buys into Gore’s ‘woe is me’ bullshit. I swear, he likes to hide it, but he has a soft spot for the terror twins.
I feel like I can’t breathe without him.
