Belinda dug through the drawers of her parents’ bedroom, looking for something, anything, that might appease her. Both parents were sewn together on the top of the bed, legs flat facing opposite sides of the bed, a pose similar to the one they had slept in for years.
The doll has been propped up at the corner of the room, giving her front row viewing. After looking through the random stuff in the drawer; cords, and batteries, she picked a pair of pliers before heading back to Antonio.
“What are you doing with those?” he asked.
Without saying a word, Belinda grabbed his face. With one hand, she pried his mouth, and with the other, she began to fracture his teeth. He tried to pull away and close his mouth, but he was still slightly sedated, which allowed Belinda to overpower him.
One after another, she broke his front top and bottom teeth. Blood from each severed nerve dripped down Antonio’s chin and down his chest. He cried out and screamed, but his cries felt muffled.
Antonio nearly passed out from the intense throbbing pain that radiated both in his mouth and throughout his body. Belinda stepped away from the room for a moment. As much as he wanted to talk to Camille about escaping, he was too weak and his mouth hurt too badly.
Just then, Belinda returned with a sandwich bag of ice, pressing it into his mouth to cause even more pain on the exposed nerves. The ache was so severe that it burned and stung terribly. Biting into ice and freezing his teeth felt nothing like this salvaging pain. Each tooth seemed as if a red-hot sewing needle was being stabbed in and out, sending lighting-like static across his mandible and plunging him into deep agony.
“What is it like? Going through life knowing that you both hurt a girl so badly that she couldn’t live a normal life after the tracks?” Belinda questioned as she removed the bag of ice wanting to hear what lies Antonio would spew.
“Has Savannah been speaking to you? That woman is a liar. Don’t believe anything she has told you. She just wants to hurt our family. Can’t you see? Honey, both your mom and I love you very much. We have given you the world.From the day you came into our lives, we have done nothing but love you and adore you,” Antonio slurred, his voice thick and uneven. His fractured teeth made it hard to form words properly, forcing him to speak through clenched jaws and shallow breaths. Blood and saliva pooled at the corners of his mouth, dribbling down his chin.
“YOU RAPED HER! ADMIT IT!” Belinda screamed.
Camille’s eyes were bloodshot, and she did not want to hear another word. She had had enough.
“That bitch ass cunt deserved everything that happened to her, and that wasn’t enough. The way she dressed, the way she tried to hide how much she loved fucking her brother,” Camile coughed up more blood before continuing.
“She asked for it. She should have died back on the tracks, with that bastard baby!”
Belinda had heard enough. She pulled out a hammer from a black duffle bag that sat next to Pin. She walked toward her parents and, with one hit, Camille’s spine split into two just below the seventh cervical vertebra and before her first thoracic vertebra. Camille’s screams were loud and distressed, but wet. She tried to scream out of pain but kept choking on blood and vile matter.
Turning to her dad, she did the same below the back of his neck. Now both parents were paralyzed and couldonly see what was happening around them without the ability to move any of their limbs. Death couldn’t come soon enough.
Camille passed out briefly, while Belinda’s attention shifted to her father.
“Honey, you know it’s not too late. You can still call an ambulance; we can say that someone broke in. Maybe the same people who killed Miss Nancy. I’m sure they’ll believe it.” Antonio choked out.
“Daddy, I killed that old hag, too.” Belinda stated.
“What happened with Savannah happened many years ago, long before you were born. It’s nothing but bygones by now.”
“IT MEANT SOMETHING TO HER!” Her shriek was like that of a demon, deep and distorted, her eyes turning as black as space.
Belinda walked back towards the duffle bag, pulling out a long hunting knife. A gruesome smile stretched across her face. She then approached Antonio, lifting his shirt, she sliced his abdomen, slowly cutting through the layers of flesh that held his organs in place, already putrid, just as Savannah had rotted away all these years.
After cutting through the visceral peritoneum, his moist, glistening intestines began to slowly snake out onto his lap. All were beautifully pink and slimy coils andloops of flesh, slipping down gradually. Antonio could barely breathe now but felt nothing due to his severed spinal cord, making his own pool of organs a disturbingly movie-like spectacle. The air tasted metallic and mildly acidic, less sweet than plain blood.
Back to the bag, Belinda grabbed one more item destined for Antonio. After glancing at Pin for approval, she began to sing their lullaby.
“Pin Pon es un muñeco,
Macabro y pálido.
Se lava su carita,
Con sangre y ácido.
Pin Pon se desgarra el pelo,
Invocando un gran llanto,
Aunque se lo arranque todo,
