Hallows: Merciful Death

Good Girl. B.B.

The Plot In You- RIGGED (Listen "You are," a boney hand slides down my shoulder and another slides up my side as she cups both my breasts in her hands. "You've been ready for years, B.B. The sweet smell of your wetness when you're beating the f**k out of those assholes that dared put their hands on your little viper. Feel it, my little princess. Please yourself to it. It's all yours. They're all yours,"

"Go around back. Don't let anyone out until I'm done," I growl as her hands come back up around my neck.

"Good girl, B.B. Don't fight it. They deserve to die. You'll see, princess,"

I feel the cold ripple over my body. I let my head fall back as I breathe in the sweet floral scent of the reaper. Luc pressed a kiss to my temple before he fades into the darkness around the house. The only sound in the street is the sound of my stilettos hitting the pavement as I make my way to the front door. I can hear the television inside. I lean over to peek in through the window. There's no one in there as the Rick and Morty theme song begins to play. I reach for the doorknob to find it's unlocked.

Are these people f*****g stupid? I pull the door open quietly and step inside. I can hear voices coming from down in the basement. I shut the front door and then the metal one locking them in nice and tight. I walk through the house clearing it before I head over to the basement door where I hear the noise. I crouch down to listen.

There's a grunting noise and low whimpers. There's a low creaking sound, like something rocking back and forth and I realize what's happening. Whoever is down there is f*****g. I stand up staying low as I slowly make my way down on the tips of my toes so my heels don't make too much noise. There are five guys and a woman. I'm guessing she's Chona Jimenez.

Chona isn't the one being f****d. She's sitting on top of an old beat-up freezer box watching as one of the guys is pounding into a girl bent over an old wooden table. They're all watching him as he vigorously pounds into the girl. Immediately I recognize her. The girl from this afternoon. The one that said night deliveries were the ones that paid the best after my dumb suggestion.

"Isn't this a fun party?" I ask. They all turn to me. The guy pulls out of the girl and lets her go. She stumbled away from him trying to pull her shorts up her thighs. There are tears in her eyes.

"What do we have here?" Chona asks. "A present for me?" she asks sliding off the freezer. "Who are you looking for, Bonita?"

"The girl," I answer. How are they not alarmed that I walts right in? "Come here, sweetie," I wave her over. She looks around nervously. No one moves as she stumbles over to me. I smile at her as she runs behind me. "Go upstairs, close the door, and wait for me. Yeah?"

"Okay," she nods trembling. I pushed her hair back and motion her to go. She runs up the stairs and closes us in.

"You want next?" she asks.

"Oh, yeah," I nod. I smile feeling that euphoric peace come over me once again. "All night long,"

She walks over to me, her hips swaying with each step. She's wearing cheap white denim platforms. Baby blue denim jeans. A fitted bright red t-shirt. Chona Jimenez is hot. Nice curves. Nice big titties. The face of a f*****g Aztec goddess. Gorgeous little f*****g beast. I see it in her eyes as she scans my body like a f*****g predator. Oh, my god. I can feel the buzzing all around her. My body is alive with it.

"You are f*****g beautiful," she whispers reaching around to cup my ass. I let her, needing to be touched.

"I can say the same thing about you," I smile. "Why don't you go sit that nice round ass back down. I'll take good care of you in a minute,"

"Mmm," she moans rubbing her neck and I get what they meant about the glamor. She listens and goes back to the ice box. She slides her ass back on top like she's showing it off to me. Whatever this is, it's permeated the room with a pretty jasmine scent and they're all getting high off of it.

"Spread them for me, beautiful. Keep yourself entertained for me," I ads. Her hand slides from her neck down to her big round breasts, over her abdomen, and finally down to her p***y right over her jeans. I laugh turning my attention to the men. "Hi, boys," I greet them. "Why don't you all line up for me? Stay still,"

I wave the knife in my hand. They don't hesitate to comply. I step forward going over to the man that had been balls-deep in the girl and smile. He's scared out of his mind. His dilated pupils are dancing wildly but he's not moving. I put the tip of the blade against his neck.

"f**k," he chokes out. shakily I know he wants to run, move, anything to save his ass but he's completely immobilized. He's hard. Is this a response to the reaper? Desire and absolute obedience?

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I lean into him. He shuts his eyes. There are big beads of sweat trailing down his face. His pants are short and labored like he's trying really hard to keep his s**t together. "You do that often? f**k little girls without permission?" he nods. "Do you want to f**k me?" another nod. "I want you to stand there, okay? Don't move a single muscle, big guy,"

I pressed the tip of the blade to his neck clutching it tightly and push it through the center of his throat nice and slow. It goes through like butter as he chokes on it.

"What the f**k?" Chona shouts.

"Ah, ah, ah," I look over at her. "Keep going, baby. I don't want you to stop," she lets out a low sob as she reaches for herself again. "Why don't you unzip? Go inside and show me how much you want me,"

"What is happening?" she cries as her hands mechanically move to undo her jeans. She unzipped them and pushed them down enough to be able to reach inside. Huh.

"That's right. Nice and slow. You're not allowed to c*m until I say so. Okay?" I coo. She nods. The panic in her eyes is everything. I pull the knife out of the man. "Don't move big guy. You stay there just like that," I tap the man on the chest with my free hand and fix his flannel as blood drips down. He's shaking, going into shock, but he doesn't move a single muscle. "All right. Who's next?"

The coldness in me is taking over as I look over the rest of them. I grip the handle and plunge the knife into the next guy's stomach repeatedly. In and out in the same motion I found him pounding into the girl upstairs. They're all crying now. Stuck where they stand unable to move a f*****g muscle. A snarl rips out of my throat as I lose my s**t. All reason flies out the window and it's replaced by pure unfiltered rage.

By the time I snap out of it, I'm drenched in their blood panting, feeling the need for more. A satisfied grunt leaves my body as I look over the bodies laying at my feet. I turn my attention to the screaming woman who is still fingering herself. She's both excruciating aroused and terrified. Neither of us knows what the f**k is going on but I think we both love it. At least, I do.

"Please, please," she cries at the top of her lungs.

"What?" I ask, my voice doubled. I sound like a f*****g monster. "What do you need, Jimenez? To c*m?"

"Don't kill me," she shakes her head. "It's not good," she moans as she continues to rub herself. I step towards her. "My brother will hunt you,"

"I'm counting on it, sweet face," I say as I get closer.

I look around seeing the room for the first time. There's a gas gallon hanging by a tool rack right over a lawn mower. Perfect. I look back at the table to find three packs wrapped in duct tape. I look over at her and smile.

"Please," she pleads once again.

"Mhm," I shake my head. "I want you to stay just like that. Keep going. You better not f*****g stop, b***h. I'm going to ask you some questions and you're going to answer them to the best of your ability. Yeah?"

"Yes," she cries the sound between a plea and pleasure. I grab the gas can and began to cover the bodies and the blood all over the floor.

"Delilah Blackstone," I say. She starts crying harder. "What do you know about her?"

"She's dead," she sobs. "She hung herself,"

"That's right. You were always f*****g with her,"

"You're her, aren't you?" she sobs. "You're B.B. She said it. She said you'd come,"

"Oh, really?" I ask, going back to her. "What else did she say?"

"She said you wouldn't hesitate," she cries arching her back, shaking.

"Go a little faster baby work that p***y for me," I growl as I poured the gasoline over her body. "Keep talking. What happened to her?"

"She was nuts. She killed people," she's panting now moaning as her fingers work her clit faster.

"Mhm, and?"

"And- and- and," she's almost there. "She hated it but she couldn't stop. I loved her,"

"You loved her? Is that why you would send her back to me covered in bruises?" I shout angrily.

"That was Rigo," her moans are rapid now. "It was my brother. He loved her too much,"

"Rigo Jimenez?"

"Yes, yes," she nods closing her eyes not wanting to look at me. She's lying.

"Well, then. Let's send him a little message, yeah?"

"Anything, anything," she begs. I stepped back looking over my handy work. I back away from them and head over to the stairs, taking the packs with me. "f**k, please. Please," I wiped my feet on the mat by the stairs so I don't trail the blood up with me. "No, please,"

"You deserve this, Chona. All you f*****g monster wannabes do. I'm coming for all of you," I flick my pink lighter on and throw it. I watched as the flames quickly spread over the bodies and began to make their way to her as she screams. "You can c*m for me now, baby,"

She arches her back letting out a loud scream mixed with pleasure and fear as the fire spread over her body. I make my way up the stairs. The girl is sitting on the couch waiting for me. I shut the door behind me. She sits up looking at the door. She has her clothes on but she's got some pretty angry bruises around her neck. If she saw what I did, she's not going to say a word.

"Thank you," she lets out a little sob.

"You're going to be okay, sweetie. Let's go home?"

"Okay," she nods.

"I'm hungry. We should stop for some donut holes," I suggest.

"You're covered in blood," she whispers.

"Oh, yeah," I laugh. "Maybe we can get one of the guys to get off for us,"

As I guide her to the door and hand her the packs so she can give them back to Stacy. The living room fills with smoke. I unlock the door and notice that I'm wearing black leather gloves. I don't know how I got here. I don't know what the hell that was back there but I feel amazing. I feel like myself again. I can breathe easily. I can think clearly. I stop at the end of the walkway and look back at the house. I can see the fire under it. Red and gold flames reaching for anything and everything as if hell itself were trying to swallow it up.

My father was a complicated man. That's the excuse I've used for him my entire life. Even before he was dead. I used to think we were so alike because I tried to latch on to him when he was alive and then to his memory when he died. There are months when I only listen to the angry cries of his songs. I play his interviews and music videos in the background of everything that I do. For a long time, there was only the pain of his death and I welcomed it. Needed to feel that pain to push me, to steer me away from the darkness inside of him because I wanted to be nothing like him. I was ashamed of everything he stood for. Stands for because no one ever stopped worshipping him. Not even me.

Dante Blackstone was a monster. Wherever he went, violence followed. I blamed the fact that I was always with him. I blamed him for the ugly rage hiding inside of me. I didn't understand it. I refused to believe that I was anything like him. Being on that stage tonight. Killing these men. I understand that it was never him. He might not have wanted any of the things he did throughout his life. He didn't have a choice much like I don't have one now. I realize that I've hated him for all the wrong reasons. I didn't know. I didn't f*****g know. Got dammit. I am so f*****g sheltered. So disgustingly entitled. Why did they keep me from this? Why? If they knew I was going to be activated one day anyway, why keep it from me?

"It doesn't matter anymore," the reaper's arms wrap around me and let myself lean back against her needing the embrace. "Good girl, B.B." she pets my head. "You're such a good girl,"