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It’s my happy place.
And this is the first time I’ve ever shared it with someone not on my payroll.
“You know,” Raven says, giving me a sideways look as she slowly turns and takes in everything else in the room besides her tied-up, unconscious granny. “Some of this stuff looks kinky as fuck. I bet we could have a lot of fun in here.”
“It would be my pleasure and an honour to bleed for you in here, goddess.”
“Goddess? I like that.” She smirks. “So how are we doing this? Wanna play or get dirty first?”
The grin that stretches across my face at her words probably looks deranged as hell but I don’t care. I think I just found Nirvana and my fucking goddess to enjoy it with.
“Well, it would be a shame not to ruin that dress…”
“Now I know the reason you wanted pearls,” she says, nodding at Cordelia.
“She’ll freak when I wake her up and tell her you’re not wearing any underwear.”
“You don’t think the t-o-r-t-u-r-e will freak her out more?”
“More than breaking decorum? No way,” I scoff and she laughs. I’m not used to laughter in this room and I have to say, I love it. Raven watches Cordelia carefully. She looks to be sleeping peacefully, but I know how heavily sedated she is.
“You sure about this?” I ask her. “You can go. My good cooking associate is on standby to take you home if you like.”
“You’re not afraid I’ll run away with him and die of foodgasms?”
“Well, you could just sit upstairs until I’m done. The tub is pretty good and there’s a hot tub on the back porch overlooking the loch.”
“I’ve died and gone to heaven. But no, I want to...do this.” She hesitates again. “It’s just...I don’t know how.”
“What do you mean?” I cock my head to the side as I stare at her, not comprehending.
“I don’t know how to...make it hurt enough. She’s vile. Just standing here now, looking at her asleep on that cold metal slab...I wish I were looking down at her dead body. But I also want her to hurt, to really suffer, for everything she’s done. I’ve never known anyone as despicable as her. And while I want her to suffer – to really suffer – I don’t know how to make it hurt enough like she truly deserves.”
“Allow me,” I reply, moving over to stand in front of her and taking her hands in mine. “Call it my early wedding present to you.”
She gasps and I let go of her right hand to pull out my favourite blade. It’s the one she stabbed me in the thigh with and the one we only use in the bedroom. I’d never let anyone’s blood or flesh taint it after what we shared. I drop to one knee and hold the blade up in offering to her.
“Oh my god, are you seriously proposing right now? Here? Like this?” she gasps.
“I’ve thought about nothing but. This is my happy place and I want to share it with you. Isn’t it perfect?”
She considers my words then nods.
“Most people propose with a ring.”
“You have a ring and a fiancé by stealth already. We don’t exactly do things the normal way. But if you’ll let me, I want to give you a ring with this.” My eyes drop to the blade and the ring she already wears on the ring finger of her left hand.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Yes, I’ll marry you.”
I almost think I’m dreaming. The only giveaway that I’m not, is that my dreams are always bathed in blood and we’re yet to spill any here.
I kiss the back of her hand and slowly remove the rings that mark her as theirs, ready to add my own, more permanent, brand. With a steady hand and more delicate precision than I’ve ever used in my life, I draw the tip of the blade around her finger, creating a perfect band of blood. She hisses at the sting but we both know she loves it and has endured worse.
I pocket the actual engagement ring, given to her when they were just kids still. I know she’ll go back to wearing it, but tonight is mine and the only thing she’ll wear is my mark.
