Page 46 of Savage Keepsakes

He sags against the table, and I move forward to strip his shirt over his head. He’s more tatted than her. My vision tunnels. There will be nothing but thigh to work with.

I kick him in the ribs and continue kicking until I’m tired. I grab my scalpel and work on his thighs. Once I have the skin, I bring it to the tubs.

I get out the bone saw and cut her into pieces, pausing at her ribcage. I flay her open and cut along each rib bone to make more wind chimes. They seem to be a hit.

The table is splattered with blood, hair, and entrails, creating a gruesome scene.

Brian, covered in the mess, fights to stand up from the floor. He’s on my last fucking nerve.

With my knife in hand, I slice through her large intestine, and it slides between my fingers like spaghetti.

Didn’t think it would be so slippery.

I walk toward him, and his eyes widen. I’m covered in blood, droplets dripping down onto his face.

I coil the large intestine around his neck several times and tighten my grip. Watching the life leavetheir eyes never gets old for me. The fear passes, and eventually a peacefulness overcomes their face.

I drop him to the ground and wipe my hands on his shirt and get to work.

I need to get everything cleaned up, including myself, before Lucy gets home from work.

Thirteen

Lucy

“You going to take forever to get ready, or do you think I can use the shower?” I ask.

He’s standing at the mirror, staring at me through the reflection. A towel is wrapped around his waist.

Billy runs his hand through his freshly bleached hair. His muscles tense before he turns to look at me.

“Coulda joined me.” He smirks.

I can only roll my eyes and hope that there is still hot water. As much as I love this house, I’m over the plumbing and random mice that seem to have claimed my closets as their own.

I hang my hoodie on the back of the door and grab a towel, placing it near the shower.

“What colour are you going to go next?” I ask, turning on the faucet. The pipes tell the surrounding area that someone is showering.

“Still deciding. Maybe the hot pink, or neon green. Either would be cool, eh?”

I smile. He’s handsome no matter what colour his hair is, but I love the way he expresses himself through how he looks.

Sliding my hand through the curtain, I check the water, which is lukewarm at best. “Fuck,” I utter.

We are already running late to leave for dinner with JoJo.

“I used cold, so I don’t know what’s going on. I can go check the heater.”

“You clearly used all the fucking hot water. From now on, I’ll go first.”

Strutting past him, I reach for the hoodie, the soft fabric beneath my fingertips, before walking away.

Despite having had a restful sleep, my mood is dampened by the absence of a hot shower.

Billy grabs my hand and spins me from the door to him. He tilts his head, looking down at me. His other palm cups my chin, his dark brown eyes burning into mine.

“I used cold, but noted.”

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