I dragged her up from my dungeon, ignoring her nudity or the fact that he left stump was creating a smeared red trail behind us. I threw her gently on the steps and continued up to get a sewing kit. I brought it down at set it next to her limp form. She didn't have the will to fight me now.
I made my way through the maze, cautious of any missed traps. I found the other part of her leg and smiled as I brought it back to where she lay. She would be mine, just like the other wounded strays I kept and nursed.
"Daily?" I asked her. "Do you know how much I love you?"
She let out a soft moan and I smiled, going back to threading the needle before attaching flesh to flesh with the magic of string. I poured a reckless amount of disinfectant on her leg, making her shiver slightly.
"I like it when you don't talk," I told her, kissing her flayed cheek. "I love you more when you don't say a word."
She tried to crawl away from me and I frowned, pulling her burnt, bloodied arm toward me. She hissed slightly at the pain—a reflex—and looked at me with curious eyes, the beautiful eyes I had burnt.
"St . . . ah . . . p," she gasped softly.
I dug my fingers into her skin and it peeled away. Ignoring that, I shrieked, "What gives you the right to tell me to stop? Why should I stop? I did everything for you! Every. Single. Fucking thing I did was for you."
I backhanded her in my fury and she went sprawling, giving a small yelp of pain as she rolled down the stairs. I watched, feeling the empty pity replace my anger and my love for her.
"Ve . . .er . . . ge," she groaned, one hand, blacked and open to the bone, reached out for me. "H . . . urts."
"Good," I told her. "You're no real sadist. You're a masochist. I refused to jump and you begged me to love you. You knew what would happen if I brought you home and you came right along."
I paused after an idea and turned off, stepping over her to get one of my cameras within the dungeon. I set it up on a tripod and made sure it was recording as I pulled some tweezers from the kit. Then I leaned over and began picking long strips of burnt flesh from her body.
"Sta . . . hp," Daily begged, barely squirming. "Ver . . . ge. Lo . . .ve . . . you."
"Save it for the god that holds your hand now," I told her, peeling all of the skin from her left hand, her dominant hand. "He might still love you, but I hate you. I pity you."
"H . . . urts . . . bad . . .Ver . . . ge," she mumbled, her eyes getting glossy.
I slapped her face back and forth, ignoring the blood that collected on my hands and shrieked, "Wake up, Daily! Time for another lovely video!" I knew the camera's angle would be aimed perfectly to capture her horrible nudity in perfect detail. "How does escaping sound?"
She made a gurgle and began to crawl. I took the camera, speeding ahead of her to get the perfect shot of her crawling up the stairs.
"Little further," I encouraged as she kept climbing out of the hell that was her last dungeon. With renewed strength, she burst forward. I was not about to let her escape and stood, kicking her back down the stairs, hearing a satisfied snapping and crunching. I chuckled and called to her, "Try again, sweetie."
There was no response and, when I went down, her neck was broken. I shrugged and simply said, "Too bad. She looked strong." I turned off the camera and went upstairs to upload the video.
