Dexter freezes, turning to see the knife stuck to Bonny's throat. She was pushing back against the chair in fear, her heart hammering so fast I could hear it from across the room.
Dexter drops his shoulders, turning and lifting his arm for her to cut. Tears sting my eyes at the defeated look on both their faces. I was failing them every second and I could do nothing about it.
She sneers grabbing his arm and slicing into it, using it to make a pattern on his skin. He whimpers holding in most of his emotions as she pulls the knife back and licks it, her body shakes as an evil smile spreads across her face, her eyes glowing momentarily before she squeezes his arm, dripping as much as she could into the jug.
When she’s done she licks his arm, he shudders at the sensation, heaving slightl
