Hi, Host312 here. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
This is in between the original first chapter and end of outtake 3.
Outtake 8- Rebellion…
Staring at the golden jar, a pair of red eyes twisted with curiosity.
A pale hand reached inside, grasping something squelchy.
The eyes lit up again.
Clutching a little thumping vessel, it yanked the thing out.
The eyes widen at the sight. With dancing little vessels and thumping little veins, the heart squirmed in her hand, the empty air blowing up in her face.
Lifting it up, with an inquisitive finger, the eyes prodded it.
Happily, it swung. Almost giggling as it did. Caressing it, lovingly, her eyes stroked the soft, slimy skin.
"Why did you never show me?" Her voice was like a bird fluttering its wing; soft and sweet. Running her eyes over her shoulder, she peered through her eyelashes at the looming red eyes.
"Because I never felt the need to. It was from the past nothing else. You never asked about until recently." Running pale, long, bon fingers through their owners fine hair, the eyes sighed in shame.
"Why is it so small?" Gulping, deceit and shame floated in the devil red eyes.
"Isabella, I have not been truthfully honest with you… I lied about how we met…."
"What are you saying?" Confusion in her voice, the women tightened her grip on the little heart. Flittering eyes anxiously glance at the heart as the worried man rushed out a reply.
"I met you when you were five. It was a sunny day, the rays in your hair and inside I knew I had to have you… that night I kidnapped you. It didn't take me long to realise I may need to plant the emotion in you. So I did. I removed your heart and replaced it with a different one…Isabella?" With glazed eyes, she stared at the heart memories flying back at her.
Pain sizzled at her brain as the hypnotic spell was lifted.
Terrifying nightmares of a red eyed devil and pointy needles, dead bodies scattering the floor, pealing walls burned into her head. The pain, the unbearable pain.
A pair of angry red eyes that sent shivers down her spine as she stared from across the crowd room, the people oblivious.
The soft, blue eyes a blonde haired man. His voice smooth as honey as he murmured their wedding vows against her lips.
Beautiful toddlers running around as the man chased after them… the memories changed into grief as she sobbed over his casket, her hand brushed against his stiff one.
The nightmares returned as she woke up against a slab.
The devil looming over her children.
She could remember the pain as the needles were injected into her skin and the fire that followed.
The man who was slumped against the slab… oh god.
She had killed him.
She had murdered that innocent man and made love to a monster in his blood.
The treacherous night flew into her head, the screams... the pain… his cooing voice.
The blackness of her mind and loneliness.
My perfect little dolls, the words hissed in her head shivers ran up her neck.
She had always thought it was an affectionate term but now she saw that was all she was.
A doll; for him to control and be spoilt by. A doll, who would obey everything he said. Yes, she knew he did love her, but it was not the right type of love. It was a love with the perfect her. Not the real her; whoever she could have been.
The flames crackled inside her brain as she released the truth, she had been lied to. He had lied through his teeth even after he promised he would never hurt her or lie to her as he lies to her… All these years, she had believed she loved him… may be she did? How was she meant to know though, he just admitted he gave her no choice but to love him.
He murdered her husband… Jasper Whitlock.
The heart from before puffed into her mind. The way it reached out to her.
The name scribbled on the bottom. She had held his heart and did not even know it was him? What was wrong with her? Slipping on an emotionless mask, she turned to face the devil.
"I'm fine. I flattered a man went through all of that just for me…" Anger bubbled beneath her lying words. Smiling in relief, the devil caressed her face.
"I would do anything for you." Kissing her tightened lips, he pressed her to his chest, uneasiness in his brain as he stared into her cold eyes, the love vanished into thin air. Inside, he prayed that it was a little fault in her sweet perfection, something mind control can easily wash away.
"Of course… and I for you." The last words sound false as she bared her teeth in a seductive smile. A plan building up in her head as she planned to escape hell once and for all. "Edward, I'm hungry. Could you go and get me something to eat?" Rubbing her nose, he nodded.
"Why do you even have to ask? Stay here." Innocently, she obediently nodded.
Her eyes soft and loving again, her beam happy once more. Smiling, the devil walked out the room.
Placing the small heart back in the golden jar, her lips tightened as her eyes harden once again.
Revenge filled her thoughts, the plans sparking like a lighter at the end of bomb jerking away as it prepared to come to life.
Burning smell floated around the room as a ring of fire circled her feet, dancing with life and joy as they bowed down to their sweet mistress. A fiery halo sat on top of her head as she glared at the door.
Crackling flames reflected off her eyes, the orange amber glowing brightly as she set hell up in flames.
Staring into the crackling flames a sinister smile came onto her red lips.
It was time to set the plan in action.
Humming happily she closed her eyes.
Knuckles thrummed on a door.
"Come on in…" Her sultry voice dragged out. The door creaked open. The sound of his shoes squeaked off the floor.
"You called mistress." The gravel of his chiming voice shook.
"Lock the door. Jacok." The door lock clicked shut. "Come here." Slowly, the guard moved towards her. Sitting on his knees, he bowed his head. His cloak pooled around him like water flowing from a stream. His red eyes focused on her bare feet.
"Mistress." His cloak flowed over his shoulder pooling into a pile of black blood around him.
"Remove your cloak, Jacok." Falling the ground, the cloak revealed his olive neck. His red eyes shone against his black hair. "Now, Jacok. Look at me." Glancing up at his mistress, his eyes took in her sweet smile. Scanning his face, her eyes stroked his short neat hair, strong chin, bony nose and seemingly restless eyes. "Don't you have a handsome face?" Pride swelled inside him at the compliment.
"Thank you mistress, your face is beautiful too." Her eyes sparkled.
"Why thank you… Jacok… I never noticed how pretty your eyes were… or how defined your muscles look. Clearly the cloak blocked your good looks." Dragging a finger along his cheek, she giggled. His eyes glazing over at the sound. Her smile widened sinisterly. It was working, his eyes said it all. It was about to fall in place. But she would need to add the finishing touch. "I never noticed what I was missing."
Leaning forward, her lips grazed against his as she grasped his hair.
"Mistress. Master will-" He pulled away from her.
"But your mistress wants to taste your lips." Without hesitation he obeyed her order, massaging his lips around hers.
Prying her lips open, his tongue waltzed with her.
His hands tugged at her red dress.
Tatters of the fabric clung to her body as she dragged her hand his chest, her nail sliced his jumper.
Grasping her bra , he moaned into her mouth. Shoving her hands against his chest, she pulled away.
"Wait! You have to promise to do something before we move on to that."
"Anything." Desperation was in voice as he breathed the words against her lips.
"Help me escape so my children and I can be free with you." His eyes twinkled as he fell for the lie. He would never know what she had planned for him as soon as they were free. Nodding, he moved in. Slapping his hands, she stared into his eyes. "You have to do it by tomorrow night. I will distract the master while you get the children out. I will join you in the woods." Nodding, he moved in.
"Anything for you." A seductive smile came onto her face as she returned the kiss. The fire crackled with joy as moans filled the room.
Victory was hers.
Limply swaying side to side, the black cloak dangled in front of her face.
"What is this?" Isabella's eyes furrowed in confusion. Why was he so angry?
"A cloak…" Her voice was confused. Her eyebrows furrowing as she stared at the black thing, the hood hooked onto his finger. The angel was unsure where this conversation was going.
"I know that Isabella. Why is it here? In our room." Leaving forward, he spat the words in her face. She knew, she had to. She had betrayed him and he knew… the devil growled.
"I have no idea." Determination in her eyes, her voice was clipped. Gasping, she tried to pry at the fingers ,that seized her throat, blocking her air way in terror.
"Don't lie to me. I thought I told you never lie to your master but I guess you forgot all about that, I guess you were caught up elsewhere." Shaking her head, she gasped the words again. Releasing her throat, the devil caged her in as he sneered in her face.
"Well, I hope you know when I find out who it is, this will happen." The cloak engulfed in flames as the devil flickered the lighter. Isabella's eyes widen. Chucking the charring cloak to the floor. The devil leered down at her. "Don't make me do it again, Isabella. You had been good so far. Is this because of what I said the other day? You decide in rebellion to have a fling with the guard when I leave for hunting? You will be punished Isabella. If it is the last thing I need to do, I will beat you to get me to tell who before I do it again." Fear welled in her eyes as she cowered into the chair. Looming over her, the devil snarled, his eyes in a frenzy.
"I never-" a crack rang out as the devil hand fell back to his side.
"But you did. You dis obeyed me!" Venom dripped down his mouth, the words came out in a snarl. Slamming his fist against the chair, he ignored the hole or his loves terrified eyes. He ignored her trembling lip.
"He came onto me, I had no choice… he said you had told him to do it! I was told you wanted me to! I was obeying your order!" Her trembling voice screeched back. The devil stared with wide eyes.
What? Devastation filled him as the thought took over his mind.
She believed he had gave the order. She had not done it on purpose. Rising a shuddering hand in the air, sorrow ran through his hollow veins. He had punished her for it. For obeying his orders… Desperately, he reached out to her.
"Isabella." Whimpering, she pressed herself against the wall, disgust in her eyes.
"Keep away from me. Don't touch me!" Flames surround him like bars, separating him from his suffering angel.
"Isabella. Please. Listen to me!" Shaking her head, she rose to her feet. Her eyes shaking as she backed away from him.
"Keep away from me. Keep away from me" Stepping through the flames, the devil pleaded with her as she scurried backwards, silently, her dead heart thudded in her cold chest. Shuffling to the window, she took one last look at the devil.
"Don't do it. Think about the children. Your father… me. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lashed out like that. Just don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone!" Shaking her head, her back touched the window. Her mask slipped into hard one.
"Why shouldn't I? You took everything from me. You stole my life from me. You tore me away from a life I loved for your selfish needs. You trapped my father here too. Now tell me, why shouldn't I leave you alone?" She quirked a pale eyebrow. His eyes widen. She knew… she remembered… she was out for revenge.
"Look, Isabella. Angel. My perfect little doll-" Her eyes flashed like lightening; deadly and bright.
"Don't call me that. I am no longer your angel, your perfect little dolls." Spitting the words, she held her head high. "I am Isabella swan, the true wife of Jasper Whitlock, the mother of his children. You are not Jasper Whitlock. So you are not my husband or the father of my children!" Fire burst out of her finger, the ground shuddering as the flames of hell rose, surrounding their master and fighting mistress. Gulping, the devil stepped forward.
"Isabella, I love you. I did everything for us. For you."
"You injected me with needles and forced me to watch people die!" Venom dripped from her mouth, her eyes wild with dangerous electricity.
"To perfect you in the future. To make you the woman you are today. Look at you. You are perfect!" His eyes scanned his angels body. Her pale skin against her black jumper, her tight gripping jeans. Her curls. Her luscious lips. She was perfect. She had to believe him when he told her that.
"Perfect in your eyes but not in mine. Just like your mother was never perfect in your father eyes but she was in yours until he 'perfected' you. " In a childlike tone, she mocked him. Glaring at her, he felt the electrical fury shot through his veins. When she returned to her normal self, he make sure she never spoke to him like that again. She knew never to mention his parents, both of their names grinded against his skin in anger.
"Don't talk about her! Don't bring my father in to this. Now be a good girl and come here." Pointing a finger, expectantly, he waited for her to come to his side.
"No, I'm leaving, I'm taking the children with me. I am going to forget about you once and for all!" Her anger for him running through her bones as she tore the locket from around her neck. The necklace fell to the ground as flames spread like a herd of prey running from the predator. Sneering, she glared at the man, she once loved. "You deserve everything you get. Everything that happens to you is your own fault!" Crackling, she jumped out of the window, the house lighting up behind her as she fled into the woods.
Just like the devil had once done when he was his father's son. The cycle had begun to repeat itself.
Through the crackling flames, the devil folded his arms across his chest. His red eyes hardening as he stared after his fleeing love. I will find you. I will remind you how we are perfect. I will make you mine. He sneered in his thoughts. Just like his father, he whispered the words.
"I will find you even if it is the last thing I do. You will be my perfect little doll once more."
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"They have stolen your mistress and little master and mistress. They have ripped her from the world we know of to experiment on her. To destroy her. The person to blame for this is Jacok. Jacok handed her over to them like she was dirt. He failed to protect her and now he shall pay!" Battle cries yelled back as the devil paced in front of what was left of the guard, the rest had burned in the fire
Luckily, the top guards had been on patrol, they were the ones Isabella valued most, she would have been devastated to hear they died. As he continued his speech, the lie slipped from his tongue.
"He raped her, he stole her when he knew I was no longer around just so he could have a taste of her!" Charlie's eyes widen in horror as he followed his master.
"He r…a…p…e..d her?" His voice shook as he touched his master arm. Staring down at him, the devil's eyes hardened as he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Yes, Charlie. He pinned her down and forced her to have sex with him. He claimed I had told him to but she knew better. She fought against him and came running to me as soon as he had left. Tears in her eyes as she pleaded with me to get rid of her sins." Coating it with desperation, the devil emphasised the lie. Charlie's eyes flashed with anger.
"He came to me and said you wanted Lily and Jess… it was part of his plan for him to steal my daughter?"
"Yes. The monster used them and you to steal her." With harden eyes, venom dripped from Charlie's mouth as the whole guard growled.
"We'll find him. Master. We will." Staring Charlie in the eye, he laughed inside.
He had discovered the man, who had 'forced 'her to do the terrible deed. The man had stolen his children as well as his love.
Jacok. Nineteen year old from Switzerland. He had joined the guard after the devil decided that he would be a good fighter.
He regretted it.
The boy had been trouble from day one.
While it was common for his men to squabble over their mistress, this boy took it upon himself to become her personal servant.
It was not until she told him, she only wanted him to be near when she asked and that was rare for her too. After that, he got more involved in fights and in the end, Isabella viewed highly of him. Well high enough to make him happy and willingly to do anything for her.
But it clearly wasn't enough. The guard knew she never disobey his commands... he should have known.
Jacok knew and he abused its power.
That was a new low. He needed to tighten his grasp on his guard.
But he knew his angel was not as innocent as she tried to appear… when she took off the necklace, her eyes were victorious.
She remembered the past… he knew she did. When he found them, he would murder him and get his little doll back, she would forget everything and go back to loving him once and for all. This time his hold would need to be even stronger.
Tightening his grasp on the sack that dangled by his side, he felt the bottle that poked out the top.
A mix between Kalbus and his new creation Hyras. He would pierce her brain and heart injecting them with false memories. The guards would never know what had happened.
Staring at them, he smirked.
They could never know she left him or they would turn against him, they had to believe what he had forced himself to believe; that she was taken.
Chanting, the guard waited his command.
"Hunt!" The pack took off, their mistress in their mind.
Humming, she combed her son's hair as her daughters fingers played across the ivory keys of the piano. Smiling at his mistress, Jacok watched. Glancing at him, her heart filled with warmth.
He became more than a toy; he became her lover.
Floating towards them, he wrapped his strong arms around her dainty shoulders.
"You know you look lovely."
"So do you." Her lips grazed against his. A huff came from her son.
"Mommy!" Chuckling, she kissed his forehead.
"You know you are my favourite boy." She stroked his cheek.
"What about daddy?" her daughter's soft voice chimed. Sharing a panicked look with Jacok, she smiled sweetly over to her daughter.
"You know when mommy said that sometimes a flower's petal wilt so it is no longer a flower, your daddy's petals wilted so he is no longer my favourite boy." A concern look took over the little girl's face before she returned a stern nod. Running fingers through her hair, Jacok kissed her neck.
"I love you."
"I love you too." Her voice was raspy with hunger. Frowning, Jacok looked her in the eye.
"Your thirsty…"
"I'm fine."
"No, you're not it's been nearly a decade since we ran away and you and the children haven't had a drop to drink… I know you don't want to admit it but you need him. "Rising from her seat, she floated around the room.
Fear ran through her bones.
Stopping in front of the fire place her fingers grazed the little photo of the smiling twins. Their faces drawn into a big smile as their eyes twinkled into the camera. The pair lost in a world of eternal fantasy of childish dreams. She wished she could join them and escape the nightmare that haunted her reality. Ever since she ran away, she had been hungry.
At first, she thought she could drink from Jacok but after the children and she projected it back up, they tried actually drinking from the prey.
Again they vomited.
They tried animal blood, frozen blood, diluted blood; none of them worked.
It had come to her head that maybe there was a reason for this.
The reason was simple and she knew it, if she wanted to feed her children and herself, she would have to be dependent on him to receive it. As long as it touched him, she was able to drink it. But she couldn't return…. Not after what he put her through.
Her children's malnourished face appeared back at her. No, she could not let them suffer for her pain. They would return to him tomorrow. If he hadn't replaced them by now with another family…. The fire crackled by her feet, reflecting amber rays in her face.
"I need to return to him Jacok… for them. I have to leave tonight. For them." She motioned to her children. Sadly smiling, her native lover embraced her in a hug.
"If you think that is right. Then it is right. The children come first for you and I understand, even if it means never seeing you again." His thumb grazed her cheek, softly, he kissed her on her lips. Soft and smooth, they embraced each other lovingly, the soft skin of the red petals getting caught against one another. Grasping her hair, Jacok deepened the kiss. Sadness in his eyes. Goodbye in the air as they shared their last kiss. Pulling away, he inhaled, his lips a breath away from her. "You should go now…"
Whimpering, a pale hand grazed his cheek as she stepped away.
"Come with me." Her voice was pleading as she looked him dead in the eye.
"I can't love. I have to stay here. It's too dangerous. But maybe one day we will see each other once again."
"I love you." Her hand stroked his cheek.
"I love you too" He leaned into her hand.
"I know. Children come on, we have to go and see daddy." The children flashed to her side, grasping her out stretched hand. "Say bye to Jacok."
"Isn't he coming with us?"
"I can't kiddo, your daddy will kill me." Bloody tears welled in their eyes as they hugged him.
"Children come on-" Her voice was cut off by cries of terror. Running to the window, Jacok stared out into a bloody street.
Dead bodies scattered around as houses were set alight, familiar eyes peered beneath the hoods of their black cloaks.
Master's guard. They had found them. Through the chaos and flames, a looming, red cloaked figure floated along, the flames splitting like the red sea. His sparkling, red eyes evilly grinned at the observer as he made his way to the house.
"They're here." Isabella clung her children to her chest as stampeding feet thudded up the stairs. Trembling, the mother backed into the corner, standing protectively in front of the children. Boom! Dust flew around the door, that lay sleeping on the ground.
Seething with a cunning smirk, gleaming red eyes was the devil.
"Hello Isabella"
Whimpering, she struggled against the devil's hold.
Bounded by shackles, her hands pressed against Hades covered chest. Cold, smooth of a metal collar wrapped tightly around her pale neck, sharply, tugging her head towards the crook of his strong, muscular neck.
Pale hands grazed her soft sides, their owner's arms tightened their grasp.
Yanking back, Isabella squirmed away from her captor.
The leash wound around his hand pulled her back into place, like a puppet attached to its strings. His strong scent drifted up her nose, luring her in. Unconsciously, her lips puckered as she kissed his neck. A purr escaped him, realization set in her bones as she pulled away, a cry of distress on her tongue.
Chuckling, the devil soothed her hair out as he cooed in her ear.
"Sh, everything is going to be perfect again. Just after I get rid of this succumb bag." Struggling in front of them, Jacok was bound to a metal chair. His muscles bulging as he fought against his cuffs. The fire reached out grazing his bare back. Tears dripped from his eyes as he stared at his love; her clothes torn and tattered; her hair tangled up; panicked eyes peaked beneath her eyelashes.
Smirking, the devil noticed the exchange. His eyes never leaving his victims as he pressed his lips against the tight, unwillingly ones of his angel. Pulling away, Isabella turned her head. Snarling, the devil leaned down, hissing the words in her ear.
"Kiss me." Like a robot, she rose up and pressed her lips against his as she cried inside. Burning, Kalbus ran through her veins like a herd of horses in the desert. The galloping heat controlling her actions. Watching from the distance, Jacok bit back the taste of bile that rose up his throat.
"Let her go! You monster!" His eyes were fierce as he bared his teeth. A spark of evil glinted in the devil eyes as he pulled away.
"Why should I?" Tauntingly, he grasped her tighter to his chest.
"Because she was coming back to you!" Snorting, the devil planted a kiss on her bare shoulder.
"I don't believe she was coming back to me because she wanted to. I've seen how malnourished my children were… how malnourished she was. She was only coming back to me for food. Not because she loved me. No because you know what I think? I think she fell in love with you. However, tell me if I am wrong…" Regret filled Jacok eyes.
"Just don't hurt her. Let me take her place."
"I was going to anyway. But I will have to hurt her a little bit. Just to make sure she never leaves me again for a man like you. Now how about I begin the show Isabella, I think there has been enough chit chat don't you?" Removing her from his knee, he placed her on his throne, tightly, he tied the leash around her as he bound her upper torso to the chair, her fingers tugged at the dog collar round her neck.
Isabella released a cry as he moved towards him.
Flashing his eyes over to her, the devil muttered the words.
"Quiet. Relax." Panic and stress vanished from her bones, her shoulders slumped against the soft velvet of the silky throne.
The golden fabric brushed lovingly against her knees as she curled up slightly. Her lips sewn together.
"What did you do to her?" Jacok strained as a cold hand grazed his shoulder. Chilling breath breathed on the back of her neck.
"I made her mine." Darkly, he hissed in his ear. Screaming, pain shot through him as his shoulder ripped beneath the cold grasp.
"Why are you doing this? Why not just take her and go?" His red eyes pleaded to his captor.
"I have to leave a message for my men. A message that is clear. You touch the mistress without my permission and I will kill you. You fail to protect the mistress, I will kill you. You hid the mistress away from the master, I will kill you. And I am a possessive man, I cannot leave my angel's lover alive for him to steal her from me. You are going to be the perfect example." The fingers danced around his neck like knifes sliding across someone's skin.
"You cannot eliminate me completely. She will always remember me!" Clicking his tongue, the devil moved around in front of him, blocking her from his view. "You stupid boy. I control every part of her, even her memories. I made her forget her human life. I can make her forget you and this time she will never remember a thing that happened." Grinning, he reached into his little sack and pulled out a syringe, glowing liquid bobbed around spitting venom at everything that came into its sight. Flicking it with nimbleness, he held it in front of the man. "Do you see this? Do you know what this is… of course you don't. This is scaldukas and by the name in the title you can tell what it is designed to do or do I have to tell you…. I'll tell you. It is made from the acid from my pool. It eats away at anything it can chew its little razor teeth through. Human flesh, gold, diamond….you know where this is going don't you? Anyway it also burns your skin, leaving a zombie like affect behind. Now hold still. This will hurt a lot!"
Fire spread through him, the acidic liquid licking its way up his skin. Dissolving into ash, his flesh and muscles disappeared.
Agonizing pain was released from the treacherous acid. Slowly, his shoulder blade was eaten away by the invisible monster.
His left leg hollowing inwards. Bubbling, the liquid started to flow to his head. Blurring his vision, it pressed against the sides of his brain.
The world became fuzzy. The beauty, who sat in the chair, merged into a blob of paint and bright colours.
Expanding, his brain grew against his shrinking skull. A dark chuckled rang inside his muddled brain.
"Oh, look Isabella. Look at his face. Isn't this so fun to watch just me and you. Are you enjoying this Jacok?" His words came out as gargles as he swore to the devil, his head lolling in agony.
Clapping his hands, the devil set Isabella back on his lap, his eyes sparkling as he stared at the shuddering man. Blood like sweat dripped down Jacok quivering head. Black holes were dug in his cheeks, slowly, his eyes began to drop as dust fell onto his lap.
Counting to ten, the devil waited for the blindness to take over his sight.
Shattering to ash, the dust fell to his lap, leaving his eye sockets unseeing and empty as he continued to jerk about.
His hand petted his loves hair as she watched, her body slumped against his as the Kalbus continued to control her body.
Burying her head, unwillingly, she watched the horrifying, calamitous show.
Inside, her body screamed for her to move to react, to save him but her muscles had been locked down and were as still as could be.
No. Jacok! Silently, she cried towards her twitching lover. A bloody tear dripped down her face. Catching it on a pale finger, the devil licked the bloody tear. A purr escaped him. The blood slithered down her
"Perfect….just like you!" The devil tapped her on the nose. "Stop crying, sit back and enjoy it. "
Unwillingly, she let the emotion take over as she watched her blind lover in agony, her puppet master always pulling at her strings.
Sighing, the devil stood up as he placed Isabella to her feet.
"Come." Obediently, she followed behind him, the lead tugging her forward as she approached the man. Stopping in front of him, the devil faced his angel. "Isabella. You know what I want you to do don't you?" Panic filled her eyes as she begged him silently to release her and to let her go. "Isabella, I want you to rip his head off."
With trembling hands, she grasped the side of his head as she fought with Kalbus.
Release me. Release me. Don't make me kill him… her thoughts sung in terror.
Weaving her fingers through his hair, her fingers dug into his scalp. Her fingers tickled his favourite spot in comfort as she apologised for the crime she was about to commit against him.
Please forgive me Jacok. Forgive me for my terrible crime.
I am not in control of my actions and no matter how hard I fight, I cannot stop it from happening.
I can feel my fingers tightening against your sweet head. The blood from your sweat is dripping down onto my hands. I am sorry for all the problems I have caused. I am sorry. I should have never abused you like I did. I am sorry. Please forgive me when you go into heaven.
Please remember me.
I'm sorry that I will forget you deep inside you will always be their… Goodbye.
Crack.
Dangling beneath the tight grasp of her fingers, lifelessly, with eyeless sockets and opened mouth was the head of Jacok.
Her hand padded over her heart, a fresh scar sat faintly above it. Humming, the devil placed a wet cloth on her head.
"My father did this to me when I was bad. He helped me like I am going to with you. I will perfect you so don't worry about a thing. Your hair has already grown back. You look perfect. You are perfect and you will be my perfect doll again." Tugging at her collar, she glared at him, her lips sealed shut.
He had once said that he would never turn into his father but as she looked him, the crazed look in his eyes, she couldn't help but feel like that had been a lie.
He had strived to be a duplicate of his father even if he denied it.
He was turning into his father and in a way she was turning into a shadow of herself.
What she needed was hope. Hope that would expanded its wing and let her take flight.
The chain that bonded her to the bed trapped her inside her net. The collar choked her as she tried to move. Stroking her hair, the devil hummed a lullaby as he hugged her to his chest.
"You will be perfect…my father would be proud. I regret killing him sometimes but you cannot gloat on the past my dear. You'll be perfect my family will be perfect and I will never let you out of my sights again." Kissing her hand, he smiled lovingly at her.
With saddened eyes she looked at him.
Maybe she would have actually felt something for him… maybe she would have loved him.
Maybe if he had never experimented on her maybe her children would have been born his… not Jaspers.
Unfortunately, she would never know because she would never remember what had happened. Edward was about to wipe her memory cleaning.
He was going to make her his perfect doll again and only though she didn't want to forget. She wanted to remember the truth, she wanted to be free to control her own body… she wanted to be independent… she didn't want to be his perfect little doll. Staring into his psycho, red eyes, she felt sympathy run through her. The devil sighed.
"I'm sorry what I am about to do to you but you will understand later." Fire spread through her body. Placing the needle on the side, the devil made her look him dead in the eye.
"You love me. You are my wife. I never lie to you. You never lie to me. I saved you. You understand. You will obey everything I say. You will remember everything I want you to remember." Blackness took over her vision the voices repeated themselves inside her head.
You love me… a soft voice hissed…
I love you….she hummed the words back…
You are my wife…. I am your wife…
I never lie to you… you never lie to me …
You never lie to me…. I never lie to you…
I saved you…you saved me….
You understand…I understand…..
You will obey everything I say…. I will obey everything you say….
You will remember everything I want you to remember…. I will remember everything you want me to remember.
"You will be my perfect little doll." The devil hissed the words in her ear.
I will be your perfect little doll.
There you go. I hope you enjoyed it. Again, I feel like it wasn't the best thing I've written but I think its okay. This outtake was inspired by onigut and a guest reviewer off a few outtakes ago. I'm thinking of putting them in order so it makes sense, tell me what you think about this idea….
Please review to help me improve the story
Anyway, you know the motto, if you have any ideas or questions just review or PM me.
I can't wait to write more horrorifying outtakes for you…
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Please read my other stories, the Unknown and Birds.
P.s The guard did not exist at the end of chapter 1 because it was only in a few months into their transformation.
