Page 231 of Ruptured
She flinched at his harsh tone. “I want you to be,” she said, her lower lip trembling. “You’re nice to me.”
He blew out a harsh breath. “Don’t say that to me. I’mnotnice.”
“I want Hopper,” she whimpered.
“Me, too,” Bash said with a snicker. “She has good pussy.”
Molly wrinkled her nose, remembering some of Hopper’s conversations. “She said she liked to fuck.”
“Oh, indeed.”
“She enjoyed fucking you, but not Cleaner or Wally, Jr. They were mean. They’re mean to me, too. She told me to pretend I was enjoying it and they’d stop hurting me.”
“Did it work?”
“With Willard,” she admitted.
He was silent for a beat. “I have nieces,” he started.
She knew. His sister, Celia, visited. Maybe Celia hadn’t told him what she told Molly.
“One niece…you remind me of her.”
Molly turned that over in her head. “Can two cows from the same family mate?”
“We aren’t from the same family and we aren’t fucking cows, Molly.”
“If I remind you of your niece and you’ve mated with me—”
“I haven’t fucked you in months.”
“Years,” Molly amended. “My last meal was five years ago, wasn’t it?”
“Jesus fucking Christ. You remind me of my niece who was killed by a crazy cunt.”
Molly touched between her legs. “I have a cunt?”
“Yeah.”
“Is my cunt crazy?”
“Nope, your fucking head’s fucking crazy. Your brain,” he amended. “Probably fried for life because of all the fucking drugs.” He sighed. “You might be fucking hopeless. Putting you out of your misery would be a mercy killing. At least, if you die, we’ll finally have figured out what to do with you.”
“I don’t want to die.” Molly burst into tears. “I miss CJ and Ryan. I want to see them again.”
“Dead, you can see your mother again.”
“But she doesn’t have a head! They took it to send her for hamburgers.”
“Fuck!” Bash jumped to his feet. “Easton, get the fuck in here.”
Molly didn’t know him. He’d never visited her.
“Is he a bull or a heifer?”
“I beg your fucking pardon?”
She giggled at how put out Bash sounded. “Cleaner said only a few bulls can visit me. I mostly rut with heifers.”
