I mulled that over for a few seconds, the wheels churning within my skull. “Fine,” I relented. “I’ll go. But you owe me.”
Chapter Three
I knew who she was before she ever brought me to her room. Her scent alone gave her away. She didn’t carry the same stench of betrayal and malicious intent—not like her parents did. The girl was a walking contradiction in comparison to the people who had birthed her.
She fascinated me.
She’d still pay for what her wretched family had done to my sweet, sweet Savannah, but … I was interested in playing with her the most.
Her mother, Marcella, had long blonde hair with green eyes. Her father, Fabian, looked like a carbon copy. Hell, if I didn’t know any better, I’d assume the two were related—a classic Ken and Barbie. Ember, on the other hand…
Well, she had long black hair and green eyes. Her hair had obviously been dyed to give her that edgy look she seemed to favor. Her skin was pale like her parents’. Despite carrying similar facial features, she didn’t resemble them at all. I’d been watching her for a couple days now. She came home fromschool, gushed over her baby sister, talked to her mom, and lost herself in a book.
I should be bored.
I wasn’t.
There was just something about her that intrigued me, that made me content with watching her do normal, everyday things. On the outside, she seemed tough and unbreakable. But I could practically taste the innocence rolling off of her. I wanted to take my time with this, to really make Savannah proud.
The door opened suddenly, and Ember stormed in, her face twisted in a scowl. She shoved her door closed and tossed her bag on the floor without a care in the world.
After sending me a brief glance, she dropped down onto the edge of her bed, plucking her phone from the pocket of her tight jeans. She angrily typed out a message before pausing, letting her fingers hover over the screen. I watched on in fascination, curious as to what had her so bothered. When she deleted the message and tossed her phone on the mattress, she released a low grown and fell backwards on the bed.
Her breasts rose and fell with every intake of breath, her fingers twitching where her hands rested on her lower abdomen.
A thrill of excitement shot through me.
I couldn’t wait to have her at my mercy.
The doll was only an extension of me. My soul was tethered to the object, but I could leave it at any time, and I intended to do just that when the time was right.
What better revenge was there than forcing the virginity out of Marcella and Fabian’s oldest daughter? Their family might have been dysfunctional, but they both cared for her in their own, pathetic way.
Maybe I’d make them watch.
They could watch helplessly as their daughter was assaulted against her will, just like Tripp was forced to do.
Ember shoved her hands through her hair, sucking in another deep breath before pushing herself into a sitting position again. She chewed on her lower lip for a few moments before rising and drifting toward her dresser. Rummaging in the lowest drawer, she retrieved a few items before returning to her bed.
I watched as she placed a wad of toilet paper on the bed in front of her and pulled up the sleeve of her black jacket. Next, she took a razor blade and pressed it against the soft flesh of her wrist.
That was new.
I hadn’t realized my girl was a cutter.
She didn’t even hesitate before sliding it against her flesh, watching as the blood bubbled and pooled around the wound. Her lips parted, her breathing picking up as the adrenaline hit. She was fucking perfect. She made another cut right beneath that one, and then another. Blood started running down her arm, wrapping around her wrist, and dripping onto the mattress.
How fitting.
A soft moan escaped her lips as she relished the way it felt. She’d completely given herself over to it. Something told me she’d enjoy blood play, and I was more than happy to help her with that.
Ember reached for the toilet paper and pressed it against her arm, soaking up the crimson liquid the best she could.
When she was done, she returned the objects to the lowest dresser drawer and made her way back to the bed. Just in time for her parents to start fighting down the hallway.
“Figures.” Ember scoffed, annoyance flickering across her face as she tugged the sleeve of her jacket down to cover her newest masterpiece.
She reached for her phone again, placing it against her ear after a few swipes of her fingers. When whoever it was hadpicked up, she sighed out in relief. “Hey.” A small smile tugged at the edges of her mouth. “Yeah, everything’s okay,” she assured the person on the other line. “My parents are just fighting again.”
