❛ ..you know darling, i’ve always admired your work. just not that vulgar tongue of yours. frankly if it were up to me i would have removed it years ago. but i can understand loneliness, i can.❜ the groom stood behind sally, the bar area empty save for HER. ❛you’re not bride material quite yet but you’ll get there soon, with my help of course.❜ calloused index finger pricked absently at the tip of his favored blade. well worn from years of use, the teeth had long since gone dull but that was half the fun wasn’t it?
a step forward, ❛i do hope you don’t take this personally. i’m not sure what you’ve done to anger him, nor do i care..to be honest. i just.. want you to know this will hurt me more than it’ll ever hurt you.❜ though his tone was soft each word held a giddy edge. the eagerness he felt was palpable.
❛i have just the place we can be together! so if you’d come with me..?❜ he inquired.
Sally knew this was coming, from the moment she opened her big mouth and refused to help the most dangerous man around, the one who ran this shit show and didn’t get tired of claiming to be King of the hotel that was their home. Of course he would send his goddamn lap dog after her, the junkie should have seen it coming… Despite her fucked up situation ( she always had a special talent to get herself in trouble ), knowing James March no longer had the stomach to deal with his own dirty work made Sally shake her blonde head and laugh under her breath, all while wrapping her lips around the white filter she had been holding for the past few minutes.
“You get off on the thought of me standing at the wrong side of the knife, don’t you? I know your kind—— I am your kind.” She turned her head to watch Eddie close, eyes moving from the sharp blade he kept holding like it was his most beloved possession to the sadistic grin on his face. There was no point in trying to make a run for it, Sally didn’t fear pain… Maybe a little, but she wasn’t about to give either of them the satisfaction of knowing this whole thing had her knees shaking under the table. She could only hope all four limbs would still be attached to her body after the well-deserved punishment was finally over, Sally didn’t want to end up like one of those corpses she had brutally mutilated herself. If only they could see her now, about to be dragged downstairs like her sad existence didn’t matter. Whatever you do, keep your screams to yourself.
After putting out her cigarette and letting it fall into the ashtray, the junkie grabbed her purse from the old bar and responded to his kind invitation by raising to her feet, worn out heels supporting the entire weight of her still unharmed self. “Let’s get this over and done with, shall we? I’ll make it easy for you—— no need to carry me like a fucking pig to slaughter… I’m a good girl.” Sally gave him one last look, one that was loaded with deep hatred before making her way out of the bar, her steps wobbly but no less determined.