Page 89 of Retribution
“I always wanted a mother who loved me. You know, to just be enough for her by merely existing. A good mother. One that would’ve protected me from my father instead of holding me down while he raped me.”
My Little Heathen, straightens her back, signaling that she has succeeded in shaking the pain away at least for now.
“That’s always been the dream, and that’s all it could ever be. A dream because you’re incapable of love. For a long time, I thought there was something wrong with me, but now I know the truth. It’s you that’s broken, not me. You are evil with a soul as dark as night. If there’s a hell, that’s where you’ll be while I stand in the sun. When I wash your blood from my hands, I’ll let go of the pain. I won’t allow you to haunt me, not anymore.”
She removes her gloves and takes the knife to her mothers face and cuts into her flesh as Kill prevents movement of her head.
Blood pours from the cuts on her skin and drips on Heather's hands. Her eyes are shut tight as she cries from the pain. My girl continues to cut, slicing the word ‘hell’ onto her mother’s face.
“Knox. Can you help Killian get her on her hands and knees? It’s time for her punishment.”
Her hands and legs are chained, so my brother’s help her turn over while she screams.
“Daughters don’t do this to their mothers. This is a mortal sin.”
Heather doesn’t respond to her cries. She pulls her shirt up, exposing her back.
“This was always more painful than the ass but I suspect you knew that. These nails are rusty. If you’re wondering, it is intentional. If you don’t die from the bleeding, an infection willget you. We put them in a solution of peroxide, white vinegar and salt for days. Isn’t YouTube amazing? You can literally learn anything.”
The paddle has the word ‘revenge’ engraved on it and has fifty rusty nails poking through the other side.
Heather grips the wood in both of her hands as John Steve and the Prophet stare at her, eyes wide. The fear in this room is palpable as she strikes her abuser on the back. A guttural scream sounds from her, it's raspy and tortured. We watch our girl give exactly what was done to her. It’s a beautiful poetic justice. When her mother collapses on the floor, she doesn’t stop. She strikes her four more times when Killian finally stops her.
“Baby, if you kill her the pain stops. But, if you stop now, she dies slowly and lives in pain until her body eventually shuts down.”
“Thank you,” she says, sweetly, as she gets up and exchanges the paddle for the cattle prod.
“John Steve, you’re next!”
Chapter Forty-Seven
KILLIAN
“This was your idea. You trained my parents on how to be monsters. But do they know why you never raped me?”
His eyes bore into her as he subtly shakes his head.
“Tell them.”
When he speaks, he has a thick southern accent.
“Because you threatened to bite my penis off. You’re a psycho, so I believed you.”
She wags her finger at him.
“That’s not the whole truth, is it John Steve? How did we get to that point? Now is the time to confess your sins.”
He trembles, avoiding Jedediah’s gaze as if he’s afraid of him. Seeing as he’s currently chained to a cross, Heather is the only person he should be afraid of at this moment.
“I was trying to start my own church.”
Her mother writhes in pain on the floor, repeatedly attempting to get up but failing miserably. It’s as if she has forgotten that she’s shackled.
“Kill me.” She gasps out and Heather giggles maniacally.
“Not yet, mother dearest.”
Turning her attention back to John Steve, she stands in front of him, her eyes filled with hatred for this man.
