Page 14 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Young lady.” He growled. “Knock this shit off right now.”

More laughter bubbled up out of me as I pulled the blade out. “Hm, not cooperative?” In a swift, smooth motion, I twisted my body and stabbed it into my mother’s leg.

“Anna!” she screamed and gritted her teeth, panting in pain.

“Anna Elizabeth.” My father spoke low.

“You want her pain to stop? Stick out your tongue.” I batted my eyes innocently.

I watched in anticipation as his eyes flitted between me and the knife in his wife’s leg. Since he was taking his time doing what I wanted, I twisted the blade, making her cry out again and slowly he stuck his tongue out.

“That’s a good boy.” I patted his cheek with my free hand. “Keep it out.”

On a sob, I heard my mother ask. “Who are you?”

Ignoring her, I reached for his tongue, cringing when I felt its slimy texture making me growl as it slid through my fingers.

Hm, this won’t work.

I looked at the bedsheet and pulled it up, wrapping it around part of his tongue so I could pull it out further. Once I had it out as far as it would come, I pulled the athame from her thigh and brought it to his soft muscle that was wiggling in my fingers.

“You’ll never tell me what to do again.” My knife sliced through and blood pooled in his mouth and dribbled down his chest. “You’ll never speak a mean word to anyone again!”

“Help! OH MY GOD! Help!” My mother’s voice grated my ears and my hand flew back, slapping her hard with dad’s tongue still clutched in my hand.

“Shut. Up. Mother.” I let go of dad’s tongue and grabbed more of the bedsheet, shoving my fingers into her mouth. “Give me yours or I’ll stab you in the heart and make dad watch as I draw in your skin.”

I could feel her jaw trembling and she stopped fighting me, allowing me to pull her tongue out and slice it off the same way.

“You know?” Jon’s breath warmed my ear. “Mister Graves would love those tongues.”

“Really?” I felt my eyes widen. “Why?”

“He loves all parts of these ridiculous creatures.” His finger softly traced down my arm.

“Maybe I’ll wrap them as a gift.”

Tears streamed down both of my parents’ faces and I smiled proudly at my work. With a tilt of my head, I looked back at my dad.

“You know what, Daddy?”

His eyes blinked as more tears flowed. Now, instead of a stern father, he could play the part of a frozen mute until I finished what I started.

“I hated the way you talked to me.” My hand plunged the knife into his thigh. “I hated the way you spoke to mom.” I pulled it out and plunged it into his side. “And I really hated how you treated Gran.”

My head turned to see my mother. “And you?” I pulled the knife from him and plunged it into her upper arm. “Allowing him to shove you, and hit you, and then you give him your cunt!” I pulled the knife out and thrust it into the bed between us. “Yes, mother, I know that word and many others. How could you turn your back on your mother?”

Her lips trembled, and blood poured from them.

“You both forgot I had feelings, too. Feelings that you both stomped all over with every fight you had! Feelings that were crushed with each new rule. But now? Now, I’ll be with Gran. I’ll learn everything she has to teach me.”

My father groaned, and it really pissed me off. I pulled the dagger from the bed and stabbed it into his throat. “Just. Die.” I twisted the blade and watched as life drained from his face.

“Tsk-tsk.” I giggled and removed the blade. “Guess it’s your turn, mommy.” My laughter grew. “And with your blood running all over my body, I start my process of living forever and staying young and beautiful”

My bloody hand cupped her face. “You are giving me life. Isn’t that wonderful?”

I plunged the blade into her neck, pulling it out and slicing across her throat like I did in my regression, and felt her warm blood wash over my hand. Leaning in, I hugged her to me so I could feel the rest drain. “Thank you, Mommy.”

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