She purses his lips and kneels down so she’s eye-level with me, her nose ring catching the light. Her clammy fingers are intertwined with my own now and when she starts to speak, it takes me a second to realize that the tenderness in her voice doesn’t match the violence of her words at all. “Sweetheart… when you say you can get me these things, you’re not really talking about yourself, are you?”
I gawk, mouth open, but I can’t respond. Something’s coming. Something’s happening to my body. I feel like my insides are cracking open.
Is that a contraction? Or are they killing me slowly?
She smirks and grazes my cheek with soft fingers. “I’m afraid it does. Your power comes from a powerful friend in your corner.” Those fingers harden and she starts to squeeze the hell out of my face, smushin
