Chapter 10 Edith #2
Hey, if my girl wants to torture a man with me, then who am I to refuse her?
I take over steering the boat for a while, occasionally turning to watch Allie at work.
She’s yelling obscenities so foul it would make our lord and savior satan blush; all while violently beating him with the exact sparkly rainbow dildo sword Avery fucked her with last night.
Be still, my heart. I don’t think I have ever seen anything in my little doll life more beautiful than this exact moment.
Scrambling to put the houseboat on autopilot, I grab my porcelain doll form and race to where Allie’s standing over a bleeding and bruised Trey, panting with exhaustion.
I grab her mouth and bring her lips to mine in a searing kiss.
By the time we pull away, our lips are swollen and our captives completely forgotten.
For a moment at least.
Giving Trey one more tap with my boot, I grab his hair and force his head backward until he has no choice but to look up at me.
“Now watch as I fuck this beautiful pussy, knowing you’ll never get to experience it yourself. Every pant, moan, and scream she makes - I will own. Not you.”
Allie’s pupils are blown when I look over at her, and I can’t help but enjoy the effect my words have on her.
“Take your clothes off, princess. I want him to see everything he’s missing.”
She complies instantly, stripping slowly, giving me a show.. I peel my clothes from my body and take her in her form. Soaking in every inch of her perfect body. I circle her and come up behind her. I run my hands along her body, stopping to squeeze her perked nipples on my way.
“This is mine.”
I trail my hands lower towards her center before cupping her with my palm.
“And this is mine.”
Bringing one hand up, I wrap it around Allie’s throat. I can feel her pulse beneath my fingertips, speeding up with each intake of breath.
“And this is also mine.”
Using my free hand, I pull out my nifty pocket knife and run it down her sternum, from her collarbone to just below her breasts.
The knife splits skin and leaves blood dripping in its wake.
Allie shivers in pleasure, moaning and melting into my arms. She likes the pain.
Craves it even. Avery went soft on her last night.
I won't make that mistake. Moving the hand wrapped around her throat, I dip my hand into her cuts, scooping up some of the blood.
I bring my fingertips to her mouth first and then my own.
“Lick,” I tell her - and she obeys.
A demonic little purr rises in my chest.
“Such a good girl. So obedient. So pliant.”
I run my blood-soaked fingers over her clit, using the blood as extra lubricant. Allie squirms in my arms, panting and begging for more. Taking the dick sword from her, I insert one end into my own core before doing the same to her.
“Fuck, yes, please!” Allie exclaims as she grinds herself further onto the toy.
I fuck her hard and fast right there on the boat, just the way I know she needs.
Trey's face is so red it’s almost purple, but he can’t seem to look away.
Good. I don’t want him to. I want him to watch every single thing I do.
I want him to see me own what he’s always wanted.
What he felt so entitled to. I want him to see the way, not just her body responds to me, but the way her heart does too.
AllieCat seems to have a bit of exhibitionism in her.
That or sadism, because she’s enjoying having him watch as well. I can feel it.
Making another slice, this time along her abdomen, I use the blood to coat her asshole before slipping in one finger.
Then two. Princess gasps at the sudden new sensation but then reaches around and grabs her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and giving me further access.
Once she’s properly warmed up, I grab the doll version of myself and shove it face-first into her.
All the way to the ankles. Allie screams in both pain and pleasure as I pound into both of her holes over and over again.
Her orgasm is loud enough to wake the dead.
Her knees give out, but I keep going. Blood trails down her leg, and I take a moment to lap it up, easing my tongue over her abused flesh.
The blood is coming quicker now, but I can’t seem to care.
My bloodlust has been activated, and I won't stop until I kill.
I slice once more, this time along the back of her calf.
I watch in a daze as skin separates from muscle.
The lullaby rises within me once again.
“Row, row, row my boat. Chloroform is free. One by one, your bones will break.. You’ll be sure to bleed. Row, row, row, my boat. Your corpse is left at sea. Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily.. Feeding the fish is free!”
I turn from Allie at the last minute and stab Trey.
Twenty-seven times to be exact! Now that's what I call an arm workout!
Once he's taken his last breath and drowned in a pool of his own blood, I grab a hand saw we purchased the other day and proceed to slice his body into little bite-sized bits before tossing them overboard to feed all the fish!
“Here fishy fishy fishy! Dinner time! Come get some freshly chopped man meat!”
Turning to the only last living captive we have, I notice for the first time that dear old dad is awake.
. It’s about damn time! Sheesh! For a moment there, I halfway thought we would have to waterboard him to wake him up.
Which, now that I think of it, would be pretty ironic!
His face turns a grey-ish green as I look at him, canting my head to the side in a very horror film possession-esque fashion.
“Hello, Daddy. My name is Edith. You and I are going to have so much fun together!”
I smile, and his face goes a little paler before he rolls over and vomits all over the boat floor.
“Well, that was awfully rude. I would’ve expected you to have better manners than that!” I say, repeating a phrase back to him that was once said to Avery.
“Hmm, where should we start?”
I rub my chin in a contemplation I don’t truly feel. Snapping my fingers as though I suddenly had a life-altering epiphany, I reach for one of the bags from the other day. Pulling out what looks like a metal clamp with a rubber band around it, I take a moment to explain my plan.
“This,” I begin, swirling the device in my hand, “Is something the humans use to castrate male cows. Bulls, I think they're called?”
“Anyways, you see this hole in the middle where the rubber band is? Well, that goes around your balls. Then I squeeze the handles, and pop! The band snaps around them and cuts off the blood flow until they rot and fall off! Kind of cool, huh? The stuff you can get in stores these days!”
“Too bad you won't be alive that long. Eh, oh well, I hear it hurts like a bitch anyway, which is all that really matters. Say bye-bye to your manhood!”
He begins to thrash and wriggle about in an attempt to escape, but it’s pointless really, considering we’re on a moving boat surrounded by water, which he's afraid of. Maybe waterboarding wasn’t such a bad idea after all…
“Hey!” I yell.
Being so lost to the moment, I didn’t see him grab the knife and stab Allie, who had taken over monitoring the boat.
Between the cuts I made and the stab wound now, she’s not looking so good.
Something I never thought I would ever say.
Her skin has taken on a white/grey tint, and beads of sweat are gathering on her forehead.
There’s blood, so much blood. Not in a sexy way either.
More in a concerning way that has me almost wanting to cut my time here short so I can get her to a hospital before it’s too late.
Rage courses through me. How fucking dare he hurt yet another person I care for?
Grabbing an electric cattle prod, I zap him until he stops struggling.
Then I zap him a little more just for good measure.
And because it was fun! He peed himself!
While it was funny to watch, I was also getting very tired of him making such a mess.
I mean, I’m blowing the boat up after this, but still - it’s the principle of things, ya know?
“So, daddy dearest, I hear you like to rape women. And beat them. And kill them. Women like Savannah. And my mother. Does that make you feel like a big, strong man? Is hurting a woman the only way you can get the useless limp noodle between your legs to work?”
Now that I have my knife back, I use it to slice open his pants.
If I just so happen to cut open his legs and abdomen in the process, well, who really cares?
Not me! Taking the castration device in my hands, I snap it over his ugly, shriveled ballsack with as little contact as possible.
Then, using the cattle prod to zap him while landing a few swift kicks to his stomach, I get him to roll over.
“No! Please! Stop! Please, Avery, I'm sorry! Fucking stop!”
I love hearing him beg. Almost as much as I love hearing him scream.
“Oh, you poor dumb idiot. Avery’s gone. My name is Edith, remember? You won’t find any mercy here. I know what you did!”
I tell him all about Stella’s letter and the suspicions Avery always held. I tell him about the dolls and Savannah's plan for revenge.
“Most dolls? Most of the others? They’re stuck cooling their heels, lying in boxes under beds or gathering dust on fancy shelves, waiting until their target reaches the magical age of eighteen.
Rules, rituals, whatever. But me? Oh, honey, I’m not most dolls.
Savannah saw what the world did to her. Stella saw what the world was about to do to Avery.
And together, they had a date with fate itself and thought up something truly delightful!
Me! Edith, premier-grade vengeance vessel and, fun fact, lifetime squatter of Avery Porter’s subconscious! ”
“You see, Savannah, that crafty little dollmaker, when she teamed up with Stella, they didn’t just ensure revenge or the safety of a daughter.
They created a goddamn murder weapon dressed up in J.
Crew and lipstick. I’m the thing in the box, the ghost in the hardware, the trick gift you can’t return to the sender.
It’s me, daddy… I’m the monster you should fear. The last thing you’ll ever see.”
I let my absolute glee shine in my eyes as I forcefully shove the cattle prod in and out of his ass with zero remorse.
“Stop! Please, please, please stop!” His wails are music to my ears, though, and only fuel me to fuck him harder.
“Oh, you mean like you stopped when Savannah cried and begged you to stop shoving your dick into her? Did you stop then? Did you stop when Stella pleaded as your fists broke her bones? Did you stop trying to sell Avery off like cattle when she told you she was gay? You showed no mercy then, so I will show none now!”
Shoving the cattle prod into him once more, I hit the on switch and electrocuted him from the inside. I don’t let up until a burnt smell wafts from his body.
But I don't stop. I can't stop.
Leaving the cattle prod right where it is, I go to pick up a baseball bat with barbed wire wrapped around the entirety of it.
Bringing it over to the corpse that once was Christopher, I raise the bat in the air and bring it smashing down onto his body.
It’s satisfying in a way that should have me concerned.
Instead, a manic laugh bubbles out of my throat as I smash the bat into Chris’s body until all that remains is a sloppy man-slushie.
Ugh. Once again, making a mess on my boat! Rude! See, this is why you died, dude.
Shaking my head, I turn to Allie. It’s the first time in what feels like hours that I take to really look at her.
Had I spent that long on torture? Ooops!
Her hand rests lifelessly on the steering wheel of the boat, which thankfully is still on autopilot, though going at a much slower rate now.
Goosebumps coat her skin, and a shiver takes over her body.
The moment her eyes meet mine, I know. She’s dying.
It won’t be long now. There's no way my AllieCat, my princess, can make the swim to shore… and I’m not strong enough to get us both there unassisted.
She nods once solemnly. We both know what comes next.
Without a word, I get the explosive charges and line the boat with them. Avery’s mom asked us to sink this bitch to the bottom of the lake, and that was exactly what we would do! Besides, I kind of love blowing things up. Especially a boat!
Placing a chaste kiss on the top of Allie's forehead, I jump overboard with my doll form. Once I’m a safe distance away, I press the detonate button and watch as my world, and Avery’s, literally goes up in flames.
We were thorough. There would be nothing left to salvage.
Turning away, I swim back to shore, trusting the persistent tug in my chest to lead me back to Savannah's house.
We need to have a long talk about some things.
Once we arrive at the mansion, I release my hold on Avery. Together we walk through the doors only to realize we’re not alone. Some of my old classmates are here as well…. And they all have dolls.
Just. Like. Me.