Bones (La Douleur Folle #1)

Chapter 11

Chapter Eleven

“His name is Joseph.”

I’ve already decided, but as I watch Laura begin to climb onto the bed, ready to give pleasure to my eyes, I stop her.

Verona’s head is lying in my lap as I hold the sides of her face gently. I’d almost forgotten she was here. Had I not thought to name the boy, I would have missed the moment to ask her.

“Do you think he would like that name?” I ask thoughtfully, glancing down into her eyes.

The stains of old tears and regret stream down the sides of her face, gently rolling against my thumbs. New tears, fresh with silent pleas and thoughtless hope replace them.

“He looked like a Joseph,” I say more to myself than her.

Verona is sobbing so heavily that I know she can’t answer me. She probably doesn’t know what I’m talking about and to be quite honest, had I been in her position I wouldn’t have known either.

But I’m not.

“Don’t cry. I won’t let you feel it for very long,” I promise as I raise my eyes toward Laura and give her a nod. “Proceed.”

My eyes drift down Verona’s trembling body as Laura grips her sides firmly. Both are looking at me; begging me to end this before it begins, but we’ve already come this far.

“Do it,” I say to Laura in a stern tone.

Verona’s sobs turn to wails, then are promptly followed by screams as Laura starts to insert the devious device of sexual gratification inside of her. I close my eyes tightly and listen closely. You can always hear the first rip if you really want to; you just need to drown out the world around you and open your soul to the beautiful sound of tearing flesh.

I smile and my head tilts to the right. There it is; it may not have been the first, it may not have been the second, but I’m still able to hear the skin as it tears, the rushing sound of warm blood, and the purely erotic thrusts that are now rapidly happening.

I know what Laura is doing.

She wants her to bleed out, she wants her to die quickly, and while I would prefer it to stretch out, I’m inclined to agree.

I firmly put my hand over Verona’s mouth. Her screams are starting to jar my nerves, and I can feel another headache quickly coming on. She bares her teeth and attempts to bite me, which makes me look down at her and smile.

She has more fight in her than I had anticipated.

“Shh …” I whisper as I place the palm of my other hand over her nose and press down firmly.

Her body becomes frantic with fear. It’s losing oxygen and being shredded from the inside, and it doesn’t know how to protect itself. One hand is attacking mine, one hand is shoving viciously at Laura, but neither of us relent. I refuse to, and Laura—well, she’s been misled by false promises that I have no intention of following through on.

It takes the body approximately three minutes to die when it’s cut off from one of its major life sustaining sources; in this instance, it’s air. The lungs, from what I understand, feel like they’re on fire and it’s a very intimate way to die.

Verona has lost consciousness. I look down toward Laura. The blade is thick with blood and tissue, and now that there are no screams to contend with, I can hear the melodic tune of debridement.

It’s a beautiful massacre, and I know that I won’t ever be able to forget this moment.

A quick glance down at Verona’s chest shows me that she’s slowing down. Her life is draining from her, most likely because of the suffocation, but I’ll let Laura believe that she granted her mercy by fucking her faster than I wanted her to. I’ll let her believe that in all of the blood and madness, that she did a good thing.

Another minute ticks by. Laura is getting tired, Verona is almost cold, but I enjoy watching, so I don’t tell her that she’s left us already. Instead, I let her continue for another thirty seconds, before I wave her back.

“Enough. It’s over,” I say quietly.

“Get this fucking thing off of me!” she screams as she frantically starts to undo the straps .

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask her curiously as I run my hands over Verona’s hair.

“No, I didn’t fucking enjoy it!” she shrieks at me. “You’re completely sick! You’re crazy!”

And that’s all it takes really.

I move Verona’s head gently off of my lap and kiss her forehead. I climb off of the side of the bed and walk toward the end where Laura stands, arms wrapped around herself, and body shaking terribly.

I reach down for the device from where she’s dropped it on the ground and stand quickly. A handful of her hair is now wrapped around my fist.

“I’m not crazy,” I reply calmly as I ram the soiled blade down her throat.