Chapter 5
Disclaimer: read prologue
They all tried to keep their mind off the pain, torment, and Claire. Marcia was braiding hair, while learning pressure points on Lily's back to help menstrual cramps. It helped Lily, though the blood never stopped flowing. Thankfully, the pads reduced the mess on the bed. The farm girl told stories and slept to pass the time. She and Marcia tried to include Casey in the pack, but the hooded girl preferred the corner as usual.
The girls woke up to a flash of light, indicating that their keeper was coming back. It has been hours, maybe days since Dennis made his visit, longer since they had food, an eternity since their friend's death.
The door opened to see the man in a pink shawl, grey turtle neck sweater with a matching skirt and heels.
"Rise and shine, sleepyheads." she - he greeted. "I have your meal."
Miss Patricia came back with a tray of sandwiches and flowers - two white wildflowers and a matching lily, much to the farm girl's dismay. The sight of food made Marcia's mouth water. Lily could hear the swish inside.
"What time is it?" Casey asked.
"Early for the sun to set, but late to be sleeping," Patricia snickered.
"So... it's the afternoon then?"
Patricia scoffed, "Well, aren't you the clever one." She analyzed the girls' current condition. No one was broken, dying, nor bleeding (almost)
"I am happy to see you all alive and well," she - he cooed, clasping her hands in one link. "I was beginning to worry that Dennis punished you too harshly."
"Is he coming back here?" Lily asked, fearing the remake of yesterday.
She turned to Lily whose mouth was closed tightly this time, "No... Not for a while at least. No need to be frightened. It is just us, girls... How are you feeling, child?"
Lily wanted to tell the truth. She was trapped in a basement prison, cramping and bleeding, with a transvestite loon who killed her best friend. How could Lily be okay?
Lily forced a smile, "Fine, thank you, sir - ma'am! Ma'am."
Thankfully, the smug still crept across the keeper's face.
"Good. I understand. Mother Nature always have an interesting way of speaking to us, both body in human and earth. But know this, enjoy her gifts before Father Time takes it away."
She may look and act like a mother, but her condescending tone indicated that she was anything but sincere.
"Eat up. We need you to regain strength for the ceremony," Patricia set the tray down, handing each girl a sandwich that was cut symmetrically in half, no crust or crumb spotted. It appeared their captors didn't take kindly to imperfection - Dennis may be the blame for that.
Marcia paid no mind as she choked down the first sandwich like a starved coyote. Lily forced to like the food, not much a fan of a certain spice in it. What was it?
"It's good?" Patricia asked.
The girls either smiled or nodded, while eating in silence.
Patricia leaned forward and placed a hand beside her lips as if she was about to tell a secret. "It has paprika in it." Patricia winked at Casey's way, who merely blinked.
So that was the spice, Lily kept tasting. No wonder. However, her brain and stomach forced her to keep eating. She needed the strength to escape when the time was right.
Lily gasped at the sudden tug from her braid. She refused to look at the responsible party, forcing herself to keep still and eat as her keeper undo the braid that Marcia created.
"So you are Lily?"
"Mm-hm," Lily quickly responded, not really in the mood for small talk, only to earn a harsher tug.
"You know it is polite to respond with words," the keeper hissed in warning. "And don't talk with your mouth full."
"Y..." Lily swallowed the bread down her dry throat. "Yes, ma'am."
"Huh." The girl could feel Patricia running a brush through the waves of her hair. "Is it short for Lilian, Lilith?"
"No, ma'am. Just Lily. My parents..." Lily cleared away the clog of emotion that was burning her eyes and throat. She can't think of her parents. Not now.
"Yes?" Patricia pressed.
"They are... anything but formal," Lily finished with a sad laugh, wiping the unwanted tears, careful not to mess up her contact lenses. "You should know the names of our pigs."
"I see. The given name is small but - oh - so beautiful. It means pure, innocent, beauty..." Lily felt a stick poke over the rim of her ear and into her hair. She lifted her hand up to touch it, realizing that it was a four petal flower and a long pistol in the middle. She recognized the lily flower.
"Cute," Patricia beeped the farm girl's nose playfully. She moved on to Marcia then Casey, placing a wild flower in their hair. Lily watched the girls' reaction, seeing the cringe, shiver, and twitch. Luckily, the transvestite didn't notice.
"The flowers represent how important you are," Patricia explained the obvious. Once she stuck the last one over Casey's ear, she swung her shawl around in a dramatic lady fashion to pick up the tray from the bed.
"I shall leave you to eat." Patricia jingled the keys from her pocket, ready to unlock the door.
"Who is coming?" Casey whispered.
There jingling keys ceased, having a moment of awkward silence. The girls stared at Patricia with anticipation. Will she - he give them details of this person who was going to eat them? The same person who ate Claire?
Patricia turned her tilted head to the hooded girl, considering whether to spill the truth or not. Though the woman merely smiled, wagging her finger at the child while clicking her tongue.
"Never you mind," Patricia replied, approached the girl, running her hand through the tangled strands. Lily saw that Casey didn't take a liking to the woman - man touching her. The teen was doing her best not to squirm or move an inch. "I understand it is all seem unsatisfactory for you, but we are doing the best we can."
Marcia nodded, "A-And we a-appreciate that."
Patricia smiled at the dark haired girl, who quickly averted the woman's gaze and forced down the second half of her sandwich.
"When is the ceremony?" Casey pressed for answers.
"I don't know if you notice..." Patricia ignored Casey's questions, and focused on her choice subjects. It reminded Lily of her late grandmother. She won't bother to listen, until she had her say before she forgets. "...but four carcass feeding is simply the best thing for animals."
Marcia closed her eyes and averted the woman, trying her best not to puke her brunch.
If the girls didn't acknowledge it already by their keeper's dressing and multiple personalities, they'll realize it at this very moment - their keeper was a loon with psychopathic tendencies. This reminded them of Hannibal. It was disturbing in the movie and TV show, and it was disturbing in real life.
"Provided the carcasses are fresh and don't have any respiratory issues. Luckily, neither of you three don't."
Claire had asthma. Was her carcass good for the Beast?
Lily was getting tired of the taunting and scares. She must give the woman a taste of her own medicine.
"You know... Some pork we eat have cancer that butchers cut and sell, and not toss out."
All three looked at Lily, flabbergasted that she either said something at all or the fun fact she bluntly bestowed on Patricia. Lily was slightly satisfied that something stirred inside the smug, snooty loon. It got a major reaction from Marcia for she clutched her stomach and mouth, trying not to puke.
"Hmm," the transvestite tilted her head, pursing her lips in consideration. "Interesting... very interesting. I will be sure to cut down Hedwig's love for hotdogs. Thank you, dear."
The jingles of keys resumed, Patricia turned to unlock the door.
"Can we eat somewhere else?"
Once again, Patricia's exit was interrupted by Casey's questions. The alpha was asking her keepr to eat somewhere else politely? Why didn't Lily think of that? There was a major possibility of the worse outcome. Lily refused to imagine herself asking Dennis that question. More removal of clothing? She was growing accustomed to the wet draft around her bare legs.
"Pardon?" Patricia asked the girl with narrowed eyes.
"We are frightened in here," Casey reasoned. Patricia noticed in the corner of her eye that Marcia was nodding to everything she said. "It's a new place for us, and... I grew up in a farm."
Lily swiftly turned to Casey in shock. Casey grew up in a farm? Where Lily grew up? It seemed the two were more alike than Lily thought, despite the personality and looks.
"I was told that animals eat in better environments."
"Hm..." Patricia turned to Marcia and Lily, "Is she trying to trick me? Best know that I am not a child."
"No," Lily agreed. "No ma'am of course not. But Casey is right, I..." Lily cleared her throat, staring at disgusting sandwich. "I don't have appetite in here. I always eat outside or the kitchen. To see the sun through the windows, horses running around the corral."
"Yeah," Marcia jumped into the conversation, playing with her alpha's plan of escape. "Not hungry."
Patricia looked at each girl with narrowed eyes to analyze who was lying or telling the truth. The girls needed to be careful with Patricia, out of three personalities they met - this one was a woman and devious. Just like cats with claws.
"Hm..." the transvestite hummed, gazing down at the keys and tray in her hands. The girls held their breath, waiting for a response.
"Link hands in a single file line," their keeper commanded. The girls widened their eyes and looked at each other in shock. Did Patricia really just agreed to Casey's idea, knowing there was a risk of escaping?
"Come," their keeper repeated. "We shall have a proper meal." She turned to unlock the door, and this time the click was heard.
The girls exhaled and hurried up from the beds and floor. This was it. Their chance of escape. Hopefully, they won't screw it up. For Claire.
Through the first door was an office of sorts. A computer with shelves and coat racks for many types of jackets and hats. Different taste and design for every identity. Exactly how many personalities were inside their keeper? Where were they exactly?
Lily wanted to ask, but afraid of getting yelled at or slapped. This woman - man reminded her of her former pageant coach after all. This person seemed capable of beating her hand with a ruler.
Another lock clicked open. The outside door was unlocked, revealing white-chipped hallway with lights hanging on the ceiling in a single file line - same line as the girls. Casey in front, Lily second, and Marcia in the back.
Patricia led the girls to swinging grey door from their left, gesturing them to get inside.
The room was revealed to be a small kitchen. A fridge, a sink, and a table fit for four. The sight of the table brought the girls back to Claire. If only she was here. No. If only she escaped, free as The Pie from National Velvet.
"Have a seat," Patricia commanded. "Relax while I make you all another sandwich."
The girls obliged silently. Casey sitting the long side, Marcia sitting the short, and Lily sitting on the other long side. With Patricia's back turned, they couldn't help but turn back at the swinging door, tempting to make a run for it, right now.
Hairs rose from the skin at the sudden melody. Lily turned her back to see Patricia by the radio.
"I heard Asian music aids digestion." The transvestite hummed, showing off her signature smug.
"Now onto making the sandwiches." She turned back, untying the bread bag from its knot. Pulling out two stacked bread onto a paper plate.
"Did you know... a family of lions can eat thirty-five pounds a day?"
Lily furrowed her brows. Did this personality watch the Discovery Channel for her - his spare time?
"I thought that was a fun fact."
Casey cleared her throat, speaking up, "A... buck can lose thirty percent of its weight during mating season, chasing does around."
The hooded girl was doing well, playing along and distracting the crazy. Swaying to drop his - her guard, just until it was time to make a run for it.
"They're crepuscular, right?" Patricia faced the girl with furrowed brows. Almost identical to Dennis. Lily immediately turned around to face the table, listening to the guzheng.
Meanwhile, Casey confirmed the pretend woman with a silent nod.
"It means they travel around dusk and dawn." Patricia bowed her head and smiled at Casey. "Good for you." She turned back to making the sandwich. "I don't know if you notice but tigers only have thirty teeth. That's twelve less than a dog."
The girls remained silent, their eyes glanced at the door. They could've run at anytime now. Patricia's back was turned. This was their chance, right?
Marcia reached her arm out to Casey, mouthing out silent words. "We need to leave. Now!"
BANG!
The girls jumped at the sudden noise, widening their eyes in fright. Did Miss Patricia took notice of them staring?
Lily closed her eyes, holding Marcia's hand, bracing herself for the worst case scenario.
"It's crooked," Patricia explained calmly.
Lily took the risk by looking back up at the transvestite. Her - His back was turned, facing the counter - specifically the sandwich she was making.
"Forgive me." The woman tossed the sliced sandwich into the bin along with the plate. She pulled out a new plate and two more slices of bread.
That's when Lily figured that Dennis's personality was kicking in. He was always about perfection. He was strong, that's what she knew. What if Patricia makes another crooked sandwich, and Dennis couldn't take it. Sadly, now wasn't the time to make an escape. Looking at Casey across from her, she knew it as well.
Unfortunately, Marcia, her best friend, didn't. She still wanted to escape. She mouthed out to Casey, who merely shook her head.
"No," Casey mouthed.
Marcia tightened her lips together, suppressing the urge to argue. Actions spoke louder than words. She slowly stood from her seat. Lily instantly grasped her wrist, shaking her head at her friend.
"Marci, don't!"
"Marcia, listen to me," Casey hissed, quietly enough for Patricia not to hear.
"Marcia, please," Lily begged.
Marcia clawed out of Lily's grip and grabbed her own chair. Was she seriously going to hit the woman with it? Why not make a quiet run for it? Claire did mention to distract the assailant with pain, but when he attacks not when his back was turned.
"Marcia, sit down!" Lily hissed, baring teeth. The friend ignored her, continued to approach the crazy while lifting the chair higher.
Refusing to be apart of the hit, Lily slowly slid her out of her seat to get to the other side by Casey, who gave up on the argument and stared. Unbeknown, her leg got caught in the leg of the chair, causing it to scoot and make a squeak. Lily quickly twisted her leg out, making her hip bump into the table, making a bigger noise.
Patricia stopped her movement to turn, only to be by Marcia's chair. Next thing Lily and Casey knew, Patricia tumbled slightly like a true elderly lady, and Marcia was out the door.
Lily jumped over the table, keep a tight hold of her towel skirt that threatened to fall. Casey pushed herself out from the table towards the other entrance to the kitchen. Lily knocked down Casey's chair to get to the other side, closer to the door. She was to join her friend on the run, but suddenly, the blunt force of the table ran into her hip, causing her to tumble onto the floor, undoing the slip from the towel. She whipped her head to the side to get a view of Miss Patricia staring down at her with slit eyes and a kitchen knife in her hand.
Lily could've sworn she saw a twitch of Miss Patricia's eyebrows, an urge to raise it. Almost as similar as Dennis. Lily looked down to see her towel undone, exposing her leg and the band of her black underwear. She quickly covered her leg, averting her gaze from the crazy.
"Go to your room," the voice of a calm woman remained. "Shut the door. Do it now."
Lily heard frantic footsteps, indicating that Casey obeyed. Lily merely sat there, debating whether to run after Marcia - her best friend, or obey with Casey - the paint bucket killer. Refusing to make the crazy madder than he - she already was, Lily hurried back on her feet, wrapping the towel around her waist and scampered after Casey. All she could was hope and pray that Marcia managed to escape. But after what happened with Claire, Lily doubt it.
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It felt like hours when it was really half. Casey and Lily were in separate cots, waiting for the inevitable.
They almost had it. They managed to gain access to the kitchen, close to getting on Patricia's good side, but Marcia had to screw it up. Lily could've stopped her. Casey could've stopped her. They both could've grabbed the chair from Marcia, risking themselves getting hit. They didn't. That makes them just as responsible. What sort of punishment were the girls going to suffer next? No food? Strip off more clothes? If Marcia gets captured, no doubt she shall be fed to the Beast, and join Claire at the pearly gates.
All Lily could depend on was Casey - the quiet but smart girl in the corner. Lily doesn't know what would happen if was to be alone in the room, nor want to know. When would she ever wake from this nightmare.
The lights flickered on, indicating their keeper returned. The door opened, revealing himself in men's clothes and glasses - Dennis.
The girls sat there in silence. Lily was clutching herself against the wool, bracing herself for the worst to come. She would rather suffer by Hedwig than Dennis and Patricia.
"Is this where it comes to?" Dennis folded his arms over his chest. "First, the child, and now assaulting the elderly?"
Neither girl responded.
"The dark haired girl will be locked in another closet."
Lily perked at his choice of words. Another closet?
"You might as well know at this point."
The girls quickly scampered back against the wall when their keeper approached them in between.
"The Beast... is coming for you. Both of you. All four of you will be kept separate."
Lily gasped. Four of us? That would mean...
"Claire... she... she's alive?"
Dennis pursed his lips, staring down at teen in silence. While the girl looked up at him in teary anticipation.
"Please... Please tell me that my friends are alive! Please!"
Dennis inhaled sharply with great annoyance, before he finally answered deeply. "Yes, they are, for now." His right eye twitched at the girl's smile that threatened to creep across her lips. She was relieved - hopeful, but she should feel honored and gratitude.
Lily blinked from a grunt, no longer seeing Dennis in between them. He was near Casey's side, dragging her out from the cot. She struggled and screamed for him to let her go. Lily hurried to them, trying to pry his hands off her.
He immediately let go of Casey and swiftly turned, punching his fist against the dry wall, close to Lily's head. His eyes bored into her teary ones. All they heard was their breathing. This was deja vu. Casey couldn't help but stand and stare.
"You never quit, do you?" He huffed. "Why do you cause so much trouble?"
"Please," Lily begged, could no longer hold the tears. "I don't want to be alone. Don't take Casey away! Don't leave me alone in this room. Please! I-I'll do anything, okay! I-I'll get on knees, I'll beg you!" She proved her point by kneeling before her captor, grasping his free hand only to have it snapped out of her grip. "Just please don't!"
Dennis threw another punch at the wall, creating a dent, silencing the wailing girl. His eyes were closed, his grip tightening, no doubt frustrated. He had a girl on his knees before him, what kind of sadist doesn't enjoy that?
He took a few deep breaths, retaining his composure. His eyes opened at the broken girl, then turned to Casey who was close to crying.
"Go into the bathroom and shut the door," he commanded.
The girls' eyes widened and froze in shock. Lily's stomach twisted in knots. He wasn't going to do what she thought he's going to do, right?
"Now!" he pressed.
Lily flinched at his outburst, no Casey was fidgeting slightly as well. So much for being the tough alpha for Lily.
Casey looked at Lily with watery eyes, "Whatever, you're going to do to her... do it to me instead."
Dennis and Lily looked at the hooded girl in disbelief. What was Casey doing?
"Pardon?" he asked.
"Take me," Casey whispered. "Not Lily. Send her in the bathroom. Do what you want with me."
There was a moment in silence. A moment to process what just happened. Casey was willing to sacrifice herself for someone who didn't look at her way without a blink of fear? Who calls her the paint bucket killer? A freak behind her back? It goes to show who was the brave one, and who wasn't.
Lily can't do the same thing that Casey had done. She wasn't brave. She was a coward. A genny that flies away whenever they detected danger. It showed when she didn't object to Casey's sacrilegious attitude. She wanted Casey to take her punishment. She didn't Dennis to touch her, not the way Benny touches. Benny loves her. Dennis doesn't.
"What makes you think that I want to do anything with you impures? I made a vow with Miss Patricia not to touch you, and... and..." Dennis trailed off, shaking his head and pressing his lips together. "You got a... you got a crumb on your shirt!"
The girls blinked at him in disbelief. He was getting upset over a crumb? Casey reached to flick off the undesirable crunch.
"No! No! No!" Dennis protested. "That won't help! It will dirty the floor, and I don't have my gloves! Take it off!" He took a few deep breaths, massaging his temples, "Please just... take it off."
"Only if you don't hurt Lily," Casey pressed.
Dennis huffed. It was funny that he was the captor, but his captives were the ones making the negotiations. Everyone has a weakness. Dennis's weakness was young girls and messes. He could easily threatened to rip off Casey's shirt, but he couldn't. He wasn't allowed. He wasn't the leader. This Beast was the leader, until then, Dennis can't lay a finger on the girls. It showed when the truth of Claire's current state came to light.
Dennis finally composed himself, "Yes, just... take off the shirt."
Casey reluctantly unbuttoned her black hoodie, revealing her cream, see through shirt with a white camisole underneath. She handed to him without looking at him.
"Get in the bathroom," he whispered.
Casey kept her eyes on Lily, who silently begged her not to leave her alone with this monster. Unfortunately, Casey went into the bathroom and shut the door.
Lily lowered her gaze at the floor, shaking in fright. Was he going to touch her again? Was he going to hit her?
"You know... I do so much love the begging."
She could hear the footsteps and a squeak on Casey's spring cot. He was sitting down, enjoying the view of his half naked captive. A master eyeing his slave.
"Do it again."
Lily sniffled her runny nose from all the crying, stammering the words, "P-Please!"
"Look at me and beg."
Lily didn't want to, dropping her pride on her knees for this monster was horrific enough. Though, she had no options but to obey.
"Please, Dennis. Please. Please don't take Casey away."
The twitch of his mouth threatening to smirk. Even though he fought to remain neutral, no doubt he was enjoying this.
"You know your p's and q's. I give you that." He sighed dramatically, folding his arms across his chest. "But I am stumped. Two of you try to escape. It makes it difficult to trust you, let alone a guarantee that you and your friend won't conspire against us. How can I be certain that you two will behave yourself?"
"Trust me. W-W-We learned. I don't wanna -want to be locked in a closet... alone."
He raised a teasing brow, "Is our lily patch afraid of the dark?"
She curled a tight fist, not taking a liking to the nickname. Not the word, but who calls her the name. Benny called her that name. He loves her. Dennis doesn't.
"Hmm... if that's the case, I may consider your plea."
Lily didn't let hope overcome her. This was her captor she's talking. There was a catch, she knew there was one. Whatever the catch was, it wasn't good.
"Though it seemed unfair that you impures take instead of giving. I gave you everything, but you all give me nothing in return. So now I ask you this... What are you going to give me?"
Her mother was a massage therapist. She always told her daughter that nothing was so healing as a human's touch. Lily knew what that man wanted. Something that was supposed to be a bond between lovers - her and Benny. Putting herself in that situation disgusted her. What would Benny think if she gave herself to this man? Would he hate her for it? Not look at her the same way again?
She can't think of Benny, right now. Whatever happens now, it was for survival. Her own escape. Benny will understand, hopefully. He loves her. Dennis doesn't.
Forcing herself to move, she crawled towards him, not trusting herself to stand up with nothing supporting her.
'You can do this,' Lily pep talked herself. 'Imagine him as Benny. Imagine him as Benny.' The task was difficult for Dennis's eyes were nothing like Benny's. Dennis's eyes were steel cold that held danger and secrets with a spark of expectance. Benny's eyes were dark, but full of love and light like an innocent child eating chocolate bunnies for breakfast.
She was hesitant to do this. But she thought of Casey, and why she was doing this. She didn't want to be alone. She would float to the pearly gates than be alone in the dark. She needed companionship. Doing this will be worth it, right?
For that, she reached for his belt buckle, only to have it grasped around a tight grip. She looked up at him with eyes narrowed, furrowed brows, and a deepened scowl. He seemed furious, though curious, shocked, and even afraid. What was he to be afraid of? Losing control? Breaking his promise to Patricia. The rules applied that he can't touch her that way, but nothing about her touching him with free will.
She tried again with the other hand, only for it to be grabbed. She raised up and so did he, until her back was pushed against the wall with arm over her head. This seemed to be their position they have grown accustomed to. Dennis the dominant. His sweet lily patch as the submissive. Lily refused to give up. This was the only way. Her head reached up along with her tip toes and planted a kiss on the lips.
The girl has expressed kisses with Benny, but never dreamed of taking the lead. This moment was a good time to practice if she could ever escape. She squeezed her eyes, imagining herself with Benny. His strong arms around her, massaging her tongue with his, pressing her lips so hard as if today was their last.
Her partner stood there with eyes opened, not entirely sure was happening. He hesitant with this new experience. She didn't love him. He knew that. This was a test, a show for him that companionship meant something for Lily. The longer their lips locked, the thoughts of Patricia, his promise, his morals, the Beast, the plan was slowly withering away. She was reeling him in with her wicked tongue that pried for entrance.
He didn't become unresponsive.
He pressed his body against her. The pulse around her wrists beat against his dry palms. Feel her breasts against his pecs. His hardened crotch against her groin. His grunts silenced in her mouth. Evidence of how desperate he had become, and how she was winning. Though, he could feel her shaking underneath him. His body showed dominance, but her lips did the work. It showed that this was new for her as well to kiss someone outside her age.
Never has she taken the lead of anything, only animals small than her size seven feet. Here was this man, twice her age, that was supposed to be the strong one, falling under her control. It was new, unique, but scary. The tightness of his pants heightened her fear. Did he wanted her to go further? Was her initiation enough.
Suddenly her head was whipped back against the wall. A hand wrapped around her throat. Her left hand freed that instantly wrapped around his. Did he not like it? Was he going to kill her against her wall. Her cheeks stained from the tears. Her heart was pounding, not prepared for the worst to come.
She expected him to kill her or force her down to knees again to show who was really in control.
She gasped, feeling the blood resume flow around her wrist and neck again. She lowered herself back down to her knees, coughing for breath.
Her keeper stared down at her, heaving for breath, readjusting the tilt of his glasses, running a hand over his shaved head.
"I notice that underwear wasn't the one I gave you," He breathed out. His voice strained like he was in pain. She must've effected than she realized, and it took a lot of him to stay in control.
Lily looked down at her towel skirt, nothing exposed. She figured that he was in control for one split second in the kitchen.
"No doubt it isn't yours and dirty. I should ask for it."
Lily's eyes squeezed shut, preparing for his torturous command. Another strip of her dignity.
"But I won't."
She glared at him sharply, mouth dropped in shock.
"Your friend can stay with you. It would be unfair to let that second bed go to waste."
Lily couldn't help but smile in relief. Casey was staying. Her last sane companion left.
"What do you say?" he asked.
Lily cleared her throat, trying to find the proper words, "T-Thank you. Thank you!"
"You're welcome. Be known that this is a privilege, a privilege that will be taken away by misbehavior."
She nodded in understanding.
"Be sure that you and your friend behave yourself. No more escapades, Lilith. That is our first and only warning."
Lily blinked. Did he just called her 'Lilith'?
"What?" she asked.
"Yes," Dennis confirmed, putting his hands in his pocket. "Miss Patricia believed that after what happened in the kitchen, the name 'Lily' doesn't suit you, it shouldn't be used for an impure such as yourself. For now on, you will be known as Lilith. I should say that after..." He trailed off, debating whether to speak about it. He grunted slightly of the memory that took place. "That... she was right."
Lily opened her mouth to speak, to argue, but never had a chance. He quickly excused himself outside, no doubt take care of her friends or his little friend in his pants.
It took a moment for her to analyze the situation. She achieved the task of keeping her friend, but how she did it draw emotions out. She never done something like that before. Her name Lily was supposed to innocent, submissive, follower, a fragile flower. There was Lilith - a woman who believed in equality, power, dominance, seduction to gain her desire. Never has Lily acted that way before, not even with Benny. Dennis brought something out of her that was unknown and deliciously terrifying. Though it was her that started it, only way to survive. Little did she know that initiated the start of her sealed fate.
Lilith.
The Night Monster.
A/N: Happy Easter, everyone! Hope you all are enjoying the holidays and enjoying the sweets in your Easter baskets!
Anyway I hope you enjoy the chapter, and the little something-something between Lily and Dennis. There will be more to come between them. Promise.
Thank you - Jenga-Tree, Alyce DreamEater, Cosmo39 reviewing. Special thanks to the readers for taking the time to read, add this story to favorites and alerts. You guys, rock!