Chapter 6 Azrael #3
Marla’s eyes shifted to Scarlett’s. She looked her over slowly before finding her eyes again. “My family was on a mission in Vladimir, Russia. So was he. He saw me fighting, killing, running. He followed me, confronted me. We had a coffee.”
“And the rest is history, so to speak. We don’t believe in affairs, do you, sinning doll?”
“No,” she signed.
“No,” I echoed, coming to a stop behind Scarlett. “It is against our sacred vows. You knew he was raping girls—”
“I didn’t,” she sobbed.
“—so you decided to find your peace in someone else, someone whose mind paralleled yours. After the affair went on, and Charles’ actions became increasingly problematic, you sent your beloved daughter to train at our institute.
She became a weapon unmatched by anyone else in your little world, yet when the time came, every ounce of training you had put into her failed, and your husband still managed to get her.
The question is, what happened to you after you ran?
Because you didn’t find your way back into your lover’s arms. Your husband had no idea where you were, in fact, he was spending most of his time here, in Seattle, attending the Church of Daylight, and later raping your daughter. ”
She was panting, exhausted. “I told you,” she said, her voice thick, “I was abroad, hoping beyond all hope that Charlotte was surviving. That Charles wouldn’t find her.”
I stood behind Scarlett, towering over her, my smile sharp and unforgiving. “Her name is Rae Bennett, and she did more than just survive.”
Her eyes found mine, foggy and aimless. “Good. She’s still alive. That’s good.”
And very irritating. “Scarlett here is also a part of that church,” I explained, watching as Marla’s eyes drifted to my girl’s.
“She was the first one born into it. A pet to the pastor, betrothed at an early age, shown off, put in scantily clothes, and guess what else, deary? Your dear husband shoved his cock into her mouth too, crying out your daughter’s dead name.
So, let’s sum it up, shall we? Because you ignored the signs, because you ran instead of fighting, because you were a coward, your husband is still out there, raping and trafficking girls under the guise of the Devil calling himself God. ”
She bared her teeth. “I didn’t make him that way. I didn’t hurt anyone.”
“Silence is death in situations such as these,” I sang icily.
Scarlett started to sign, so I looked over her shoulder, just in time to catch the last of it.
It took me less than two seconds to know what she asked. “What secret did you find out that made you so afraid?” I relayed.
Marla kept her mouth shut, a muscle in her jaw fluttering.
Scarlett signed again.
“You were brave enough to raise a daughter in this world, brave enough to take her on missions, stupid enough to remain with your husband knowing what he was, so it must have been terrifying, that secret. What was it?”
She was just a coward, I wanted to tell Scarlett. Sometimes people were just cowards. There was no rhyme or reason, that’s just what they allowed themselves to be.
Silence followed Scarlett’s question, and I couldn’t help but lift my chin. “I don’t like it when someone ignores my doll, and by the looks of her reaching back for my cane, neither does she.”
Her hand didn’t even hesitate as it continued to reach behind her to where I held my cane in my right hand. I had half a mind to let her have it but killing her wasn’t the goal. Not today, at least.
“You should know, Azrael, I’m running from you.”
“No,” Scarlett signed. “You’re running from the consequences. Tick tock goes the clock,” she went on, her hand wrapping around the shaft of my cane. “Especially for the liars.”
My grip tightened around the head, but I was proud of her little remark as I repeated it to Marla.
She searched Scarlett’s face. “You grew up in that church, tortured and brainwashed, and you traded it for another cult. I feel sorry for you,” she hissed. “Pathetic, lost little puppy with no home to speak of, ripping your leash from one master only to give it to another.”
I could feel the smile that grew across her face as if it were my own. I watched as Marla’s face paled, her eyes widening, as if she were seeing the face of death itself.
She lifted her left wrist, showing off her permanent chain bracelet with the heart filled with blood. She rocked her wrist back and forth, the blood coating every millimeter of that heart before she lowered it and signed.
“You see this,” I repeated back to Marla.
“This is his blood. He is just as much mine as I am his.” The words echoed in electric shocks through me, causing my cock to throb at the power of them.
Was she right? Had she been playing her game as long as I had been playing mine?
Trying to pull me into her web as I tried to nourish her obsession with me?
What a sadistic puppeteer she was.
I couldn’t have been more proud.
“They are monsters, child. You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself involved in.”
“I’ve always been a monster, he only gave me the confidence to show it.” Look how she shines, I mused.
Marla shook her head. “Then you deserve to die too.”
Scarlett released my cane then, stepped forward, and had her hand clenching Marla’s jaw in less than a second.
She was standing on her tiptoes, her face inches from the mother’s, her smile deadly as the fear wafted from the woman. She didn’t sign, she didn’t even blink, she just stared into her soul until she saw whatever it was she was searching for.
When she stepped back and turned to me, her eyes found mine for half a second on her way past me. She brushed her hand by mine and headed for the door.
I smiled and found Marla’s terrified face.
“What?” she asked. “What did that mean?”
“Oh, dear Mrs. Alascer,” I hummed, turning for the door only to look back over my shoulder at her. “Your daughter will be so disappointed in you.” I, however, was delighted with my little sinner.
She had certainly earned her reward today.