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today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.”
I yank open the wooden door to the dungeon entrance, giggling at the gargled cry that comes from inside. I see him at the end of the dank dungeon, desperately pulling at a barred gate that won’t open. One arm is pulled out of its socket, blood dripping from gaping wounds, scars and bruises littering his flesh. I can see his muscles strain as he tries to get away, but the only other way out is the way we came in. So sad.
I put my arms behind my back, smiling widely and walking slowly on my tiptoes, swaying to the song.
“If you go down in the woods today, you’d better not go alone.”
“It’s lovely down in the woods today, but it’s safer to stay at home.”
“For every bear there ever was,
will gather there for certain because,
today’s the day the teddy bears have their picnic.”
I stand in front of him, tilting my head to the side with a grin. “Hi, Daddy.”
I don’t waste time on words. I don’t tell him how much he fucked me up or how, when I was younger, all I wanted was for him to love me, to show me the tiniest amount of kindness. No words leave my lips as I bring the knife from behind my back and plunge it into his stomach.
He doesn’t put up a fight, doesn’t even try to stop me. He falls to the floor, and I crash to my knees, screaming as I sink the blade into him until he’s no longer moving. Blood coats my face, dress, hair, everything until it’s all I can see. I don’t stop until my body aches in pain, leaving the knife embedded into his heart.
There will be no tears wasted on him, no more mourning who he should have been. His death is nothing, not even a blip in my story.Nothing.
“Goodbye, Daddy.”
Two firm hands grab my shoulders, smoothing my hair, petting my head. I close my eyes, leaning into their touch, basking in their presence.
“How do you feel, pretty girl?”
I take a deep breath, staring at our father’s limp, cold body, seeing the carnage I created, and I only feel one thing. “Free.”
For so long, I’ve been terrified of him, scared he will take the two people I can’t live without, and now, he’s gone by my hand.
Bastian leans down, whispering in my ear. “Do you want to know how I feel?”
I chuckle, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. “I know how you feel.”
Nothing turns Bas on more than blood—or the sight of me drenched in blood, it seems.
“Do you remember what I said I would do to you once you slaughtered our father?” Dorian asks, and something goes round my eyes, blocking my vision.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing what’s about to happen, and having no problem with it.
I’m pushed on my hands and knees, my fingers gliding in the blood soaking the floor. My dress pushed up around my waist, and I feel the edge of a blade gliding across my skin.
“Do you know how much I want to cut up this pretty skin?” Dorian hisses, pushing the blade harder. “I want to mark your skin all over, see my scars coating your body for years to come. I want to carve my fucking name on every single inch.”
The blade cuts into my thigh, and I gasp in pain but make no attempt to move away from it. I feel his tongue running up where he sliced me, catching my blood and groaning in ecstasy. He makes another cut and, this time, it feels deeper. My gasp turns into a cry, and my legs shake.
“Dorian,” Bastian barks, and then there’s silence. I don’t know what’s happening, but I don’t dare move.
“It’s okay. I’m fine,” Dorian says, but I feel the cold knife press against my skin again.
“It wasn’t you I was worried about, asshole,” Bastian scoffs, but I can hear the tinge of worry in his voice.
The blade slices up again, but this time, it cuts my underwear and nothing else. He keeps slicing until I feel nothing covering me, and then I hear a clang as the knife drops to the ground. He runs his hands over my ass, dipping down between my legs, cupping my pussy.
“I want the whole dungeon to hear you scream as we fuck you,” Dorian demands. “I want everyone in this hellhole to know exactly what’s happening as we defile you, little sister.”
