Our trip went just as well as you would expect. Ryoba made demands and I met them as I always do. She wanted new clothes, I bought her new clothes. She wanted fancy dinners, the best hotel in the area, and a shit ton of lingerie, so guess what all I bought her? Really, anything to keep her calm and off of me.
After a long day of doing this and that, shopping, and getting a rather pricy dinner, we finally returned to the hotel. As I walked Ryoba and my little girl up to our room, I played with the keycard. Ryoba was chipper as she normally was. It always felt so disturbing. That smile, those eyes… They are the most dead looking eyes I have ever seen. To look into my wife's eyes… it's like looking into a void of complete darkness. It's not like Ayano's. Ayano's eyes… They reflect a deep sadness and confusion. They aren't malicious like Ryoba's. My sweet little Ayano is not a monster. She's still pure. My sweet girl… It breaks my heart to think she could turn out like Ryoba. I have to prevent that from ever happening to my sweet little girl.
"Darling, you seem like you're distracted."
"Oh… Sorry, Ryoba…" I trailed off as I look up to her. She giggled and licked her lips.
"Awww, are you all flustered because of the new outfits I got us, Darling? That's so cute! I'll be sure to model them for you tonight," Ryoba insisted, giggling like a school girl. School girls…. Fucking monsters is a better description.
"Daddy, my hand hurts," Ayano piped up emotionlessly.
"Now now, Dear, don't be selfish. Mommy needs Daddy tonight," Ryoba light pushed Ayano away.
I knelt down to Ayano's level and observed the hand she was holding oddly. I gently took her soft little hand and looked it over. It was red and swollen, like it had had a door slammed into it at some point. I frowned.
"Hmm… That does look like it hurts, Sweetie. Let's put some ice on it and you can watch cartoons. How does that sound?" I asked her. She nodded her head and hugged me tightly. I sighed and held the little girl close. That little girl… That's the reason I kept living. That precious little girl is everything.
Reluctantly, I kissed her forehead and let go of her so we could enter the hotel room. I could feel Ryoba's raging radiating off of her and onto me. It was like hearing a siren go off. Nevertheless, I took care of Ayano and set her up with her favorite cartoon, The Cat Family. She held her favorite toys in her free arm as she watched the tv in the living room set up of the hotel room, meanwhile Ryoba yanked me into the bedroom. She seemed a lot more aggressive… A lot angrier.
"Come on, Darling, pay attention to me, Ayano will be just fine."
"I was only making sure she was going to be ok."
"Don't even think about her, think about me!"
"Don't even think about her, think about me! She's dead! She's fucking useless!" Ryoba screamed and pulled out a knife. I flinched and stared at her.
"Mitsuki-chan is dead?!"
Ryoba giggled and opened up the floor in the basement. Under the floor lied a school girl, curled up on the ground. She'd obviously been dead for a while, a little before I arrived in the basement a month prior. I felt all the heat rush out of my body and my eyes widen in horror. This girl… No, this monster… She was a murderer. She was holding me captive. She could KILL me.
"Darling, why aren't you paying attention to me!" Ryoba slapped me angrily.
"Whatever you want, Dear… Whatever you want is yours."
Ryoba lit up like a Tokyo at night and gave me a kiss on the lips, "Oh I love it when you say that, Darling!"