Chapter 33 – VENOM

Chapter

Thirty-Three

VENOM

Mother strikes me again with the galley whip she purchased a few years ago specifically for my punishments. She even proudly displays the short whip with its black braided handle and multi-tailed end, hanging it on the wall in the living room to serve as a constant reminder to fear her.

Except, I don’t fear her anymore.

There’s not much she could do to me—take from me—that hasn’t already been taken.

I became a hollow shell.

Now at twenty years old, the hollowness that was once inside me has been replaced with anger. Filled with hatred. And I’ve bloomed into a monster.

Before my mother has a chance to bring the whip down on my bare back again, I turn, grabbing her wrist tightly and twisting it to the side.

She cries out in pain, a shocked expression taking over her dull features.

Still holding on to her wrist, I slowly stand, eyes fixed on this woman who gave me life, only to make me wish for death.

Her expressions become more horrified when I crack a sinister grin.

“What are you doing? How dare you! You disobedient child!”

I drop her wrist and send the bottom of my foot into her sternum, kicking her back. Her whole body lifts off the ground for a brief moment as she flies backward, crashing into the glass coffee table, shattering it.

She howls in anger and pain as shards of glass stick out from her flesh.

Blood.

Beautiful crimson blood weeps from her pale skin and my smile only grows at the sight.

“I’m no child anymore, Mother.” I saunter over to her and crouch down to where she sits in a pile of glass. “I would like to introduce you to the monster you created.”

She reacts, lifting a bloody arm to try to hit me across my face like she has done countless times. I catch her wrist again and tsk. “There will be no more of that, Mother.” I haul her to her feet by her arm and drag her into the kitchen as she hollers her empty threats.

Pulling out zip ties from a drawer, I strap her down to a chair, stuff a cloth in her mouth, then give her a little pat on her head. “I’ll be back soon. I need to go pick some flowers.”

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