Antonio drank the tea until the cup was empty. “It was great, honey, thank you.”
She hovered near her dad as he grabbed his satchel of documents, locked the car, and headed inside, with her not far behind him, holding Pin in her arms.
“Honey, we really need to do something about that doll,” He said.
“Her name is Pin.”
“Whatever. She’s creepy, and we still don’t know where she came from.”
Belinda remained silent as they both walked into the house, not knowing what awaited him.
After leaving his belongings in the office, he headed to the kitchen for a drink. His skin quickly flushed, and his head began to spin, making him nauseous as he encountered the detective’s body and her grotesque, severed head oozing blood onto the table. Her eyes were wide open, reflecting the fear that failed to escape, with blood breaking every vessel in her sclera.
By then, the tea was making its way through his system, and he began to stumble, the room starting to spin. He passed out before he could fully grasp the situation he found himself in.
Belinda hauled Antonio upstairs. Her arms and legs grew sore, and she wondered why she hadn’t stayeddownstairs. Putting all thoughts aside, she continued to pull and drag the limp man up the stairs until she reached the top.
“Wake up, motherfuckers,” Belinda’s loud voice and firm tone startled Camille and Antonio as they began to wake up from their drug-induced sleep. Their eyelids fluttered slowly, and their heads lifted as if rising from a fog, their eyes still heavy.
“What the hell, Belinda? What are you doing?!” Antonio cried out.
“Actually, Pin wanted to say that,” Belinda said, ignoring her father’s cry as she repeated more slowly now, “Mother…fuckers.”
Both Antonio’s and Camille’s skin tugged and ached deeply, realizing moments later that they had been sown together, back-to-back.
“What have you done? We are your parents. We love you. What have we done to you?” Camille begged.
“You love me? Excuse me, Mom, but your love doesn’t extend past your precious pills.”
“I am sorry, honey. Forgive me,” she sobbed.
“You are only sorry because you are forced to see it, but never have before. I tried to make you happy, mom. I thought that getting rid of Jenny would make you happy. While it did for a little while, you still choose your pills over me.”
“I am sorry. Please, honey, we can talk about this. I promise we can get through this. Just let us go,” Camille cried.
“You killed Jenny?” Antonio asked.
“Enough talking,” Belinda snapped.
Both Camille and Antonio tried to pull apart, but couldn’t. The wires tying their backs and arms together were made of thin but strong metal. As they pulled, their skin stretched and tore, causing them to bleed more.
“Quit that! It fucking hurts!” Camille shouted.
“I’m trying to free us, you junkie bitch.”
“Here I was, thinking you guys had lost the spark,” Belinda mocked.
Camille’s coughs grew more frequent, her stomach aching in ways she hadn’t experienced before. With each harsh cough, the soreness in her throat intensified, becoming sharper and more painful.
Her mouth tasted bitter, but it wasn’t until she detected a metallic flavor that she realized she was coughing up blood. Belinda watched closely as her mother’s chokingworsened, blood splattering down her chest and onto her lap.
“Why am I bleeding?” she asked, coughing up more blood.
“Remember the pills you took with your tea? I might have changed those,” Belinda mused.
“What do you mean?” her lips trembled as blood stained her teeth and dripped from her mouth like drool.
“I replaced its contents with glass. Don’t worry, that won’t kill you,” Belinda answered.
