Page 101 of Her Blood Revenge

‘Pleeeeassssee…‘

‘Shut the fuck up,’ I groan, looking at one of Pix’s abusers. I’ve grown tired of hearing them all beg.

His hand is just blood and tendon. The skin lies next to him as if it’s a discarded glove. I took one of his eyes. I broke every finger. When he tried to run, I did the same to his legs. They’re a beautifully mangled and bloody mess.

As I walk past him, I run my clawed fingernail across his throat, splitting it wide open, and stop at the window. Blood drips down the pane of glass just as the rain outsidefalls.

‘They’re on the move,’ I tell Shaw, seeing the cloaked witches begin to make their way down the dirt path with their fire torches in hand.

Shaw leans over me to see for himself.

‘They’re heading towards the same clearing that we rescued Pixie from.’

It hits me that that’s the first time he said “rescued” and not “caught”.

He turns to Bensen. ‘We need two robes.’

Bensen is trembling all over, looking at the blood bath around him. Limbs litter the floor. The cream walls are splattered red. Puke, piss and shit seep from the dead and dying. As well as organs and lots and lots of blood.

We made them suffer. My only regret was the time limit we had running against us.

‘You want to sneak in with them?’ I ask.

Shaw strides across the room to the makeshift coven leader, who is catatonic after seeing five of his men obliterated right in front of him.

‘Robes?’

‘I-I-In m-m-my…’

‘Get your words out already,’ I warn.

‘H-house…’

Shaw leans down so he’s level with his face.

‘And which of these shitty shacks is your house, Bensen?’

‘D-d-d-down…’

Shaw growls, which only makes it worse for Bensen.

A smell fills the air.

‘He’s just pissed himself,’ I grimace.

‘You’ll take us to your house.’

From beyond the window, I swear I see a flurry of winged creatures make their way over the tops of the roofs.

It could be bats.

Knowing our luck, doubtful.

We drag Bensen outside, leaving Pix’s home a piece of artwork, and make our way to a much larger and nicer home.

We toss Bensen inside, and he slides around the stone floor, slipping on the mud and blood he’s dragged in with him.

‘It’s really coming down out there,’ I groan, shaking the water from my hair and earning a huff from Shaw, who was standing too close. ‘Off you go,’ I tell Bensen. ‘Two robes. If you run, we’ll catch you. And you won’t like what will happen when we do.’

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