Page 44 of Heartless Heathens
“Yes. I don’t have the time to undo the damage he’s caused on my own.” That was all he said before grabbing everyone’s plates and rinsing each one meticulously in the sink before putting them inside a machine.
“Why?” I asked him.
“Hmm,” he said as if he’d been thinking out loud. “Maybe because I might want to mold you to be the very thing your daddy hates, and then I’ll use you to destroy him. Maybe I want to get you so drunk on our cocks that you’ll be begging us to use and abuse you in any way we want because you’ve been craving the attention for so long you’ll take it in any form you can,” he said with a bitter sound to his voice.
“Dude,” Felix whispered, dropping his forehead to his hand and looking away from me. Corvin laughed out a hollow, sinister, sound like he preferred that option best.
“Or maybe I’m just a nice guy, and I want you to be able to think independently from the prison Frollo’s kept you in.” He shrugged his shoulders and continued to clean up after our meal.
If that was true, if their goal was to destroy Father Frollo, then maybe these heathens weren’t the enemy.
Well, maybe they weren’tmyenemies.
“Come to bed, Pet,” Sonny said, extending his hand out to me, and I recoiled, hitting Felix’s chest with my back.
“It still hurts.” I shook my head, not daring to say the word no.
He smirked.
“What hurts?” Felix asked but I wasn’t sure how to explain the soreness between my legs and something about Corvin just staring hatefully into my soul intensified the moment more than I could handle.
“He made me bleed,” I said looking back at Felix as he drew his eyebrows together in the middle.
“It won’t always do that,” Sonny said to me, tilting his forehead back towards the hallway.
I moved towards him and Felix wrapped his hand around my forearm, tugging me back into his chest.
“You don’t have to go with him if you don’t want to. You can stay with me again,” he said, but before I could answer Sonny had already responded.
“You had her last night. She stays with me tonight.” His voice had that dry, authoritative tone he slipped so easily into, and Felix’s hold on me loosened and eventually dropped so I could make my way towards Sonny.
We walked down the hallway together, stopping at the bathroom once again. He opened a drawer and handed me a toothbrush. “Do you know about brushing teeth?” he asked.
“I’m not an animal, I don’t want bugs in my teeth,” I answered him, trying not to show how offended I was.
“What?” he asked like he had no idea about bugs in your teeth, but I began to scrub inside my mouth instead.
He followed suit, brushing his own teeth as well, glancing over at me as if to see if I indeed did know how to brush my teeth.
“If you don’t brush your teeth,” I started explaining as I rinsed my mouth. “You get bugs in your mouth.”
“I guess that checks out.” He seemed amused and the illusion of a smile graced his face for just a blink.
It didn’t look right.
In his room he pulled back the covers and got into the bed, pulling a book out from a drawer next to his bedside table. I made my way over, trying my best to not draw too much attention to myself.
“Why are you walking so slow?” he asked, not bothering to lift his eyes up from the book.
“I-I don’t know.” I rushed over to the bed and sat next to him.
“You can relax,” he said, as if he noticed I’d been holding my breath this entire time. I let out a sharp exhale.
“Is Claüde Frollo your father?” he asked me and I shook my head before answering him.
“He’s spent my whole life making sure I knew that hewasn’t.” He nodded his head as if he was satisfied enough with my answer.
“Is there anything you want to know about me?” he asked, looking up from his book and placing it down on his lap.
