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“How did I not know you were this fucking filthy?” I ask Lily as she chooses her next implement off the workbench in the cellar.

Her bed is long gone, and the room is set back up the way I like it. There’s even some more toys of torture to play with, at her request of course.

“You were blinded by my beauty maybe?” She giggles, picking up a pair of needle nose pilers and looking at them with a drop of drool forming in the corner of her mouth.

“Whatever it was, I’m glad I finally saw the light.” I laugh, tying the ropes tighter around her plaything in the dental chair.

Kendra struggles against the binds, her hands flexing and making fists as she growls at me. Her hair whips at me as she flails, but she’s not going anywhere. I just wish she would scream like all the others who have been in this seat. She will though, as soon as my deadly nightshade starts her routine.

“You’ll pay for this you sick freak.” She spits out, a drop of her saliva landing on my face as I lean down and grab her cheeks in my hand, squeezing tightly, smooshing them in against her teeth.

“No, I won’t. Poor Jack.” I laugh heartily, shaking her head, and tilting it back, elongating her throat. I revel in watching her take a big swallow and how all the pretty muscles flex and move with it. “Tsk tsk, poor Jack.”

“You’re crazy. Everything I’ve done for you all these years, the secrets I’ve kept for you.”

“Yeah well, those secrets will go to the grave with you, now won’t they?” I say, licking up her throat, tasting the fear in her that she refuses to show.

“Princess? You ready? I’m really sick of listening to her dribble on.” I say to Lily as she approaches, snapping the pliers open and closed in her little hand with glee.

“I’m so ready.”

“Good, you do your thing, and I’ll fire up the truck. Deal?”

“Deal.”

I leave her and her toy to go upstairs and get the truck ready. It’s raining out today, and the trip to the pit will make new ruts in the driveway that her and I can look at from the bedroom window tonight as I fuck the life out of her over and over again.

The life I had before, full of debauchery at Le Chateaux was fun, but I never realized how much better it could be with someone just as fucked as me at my side. The kills are more exciting, and the fucking…oh my God it can’t get any better.

The fear of sharing my life with someone who would damper my pleasures has flown right out the proverbial window, like a cigarette discarded on the highway. She is my light and my darkness, my partner in crime, and the one who now keeps my secrets like I keep hers.

The voices in my head are quiet most days, except the occasional song from mother as I cook our meals and take care of my princess. Her voice in my mind is clearer when it does come, it’s happier, and I haven’t seen her in death, only in life.

Can I say I’m happy? I think I am. I never knew what real happiness was before. If this is happy, then I’m all in, just like everything in my godforsaken life, all or nothing baby.

The screams of Lily’s work fill my ears, echoing in the garage over the sound of the truck, and I smile broadly, shouting down the steps to her.

“That’s my good fucking girl.”