Slice

"I know it hurts.." she whispers, carving off another slice of skin, "I'm sorry, I truly am." Blood drips from my arm onto the concrete floor. A shudder runs through my body, goosebumps cover my flesh. "I wish I didn't have to do this." Her voice grates against my ears, hoarse and dripping with sarcasm. My eyes squeeze shut as the dagger descends once more, digging under the flesh.

A cry of pain makes me lift my eyelids. A groan escapes my lips, she stabs the tip of the knife down into the crook of his arm. Slowly cutting down, the obsidian blade halts momentarily before cracking through the bone. Another cry of pain as she twist the dagger, his hand goes limp.

She giggles manically, removing the blade and dragging it down his arm.

All I can do is watch on in horror, as my husband gets carved up my this crazed psychopath.

I pull at the straps holding me back, the nails attached to them digging further into my arms, stomach and down the length of my legs. Blood covers me, shoulders and toes.

 

 

 

He was right, all those years ago when we adopted her. I should have left her at that place.