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the room was exquisite. every tool imaginable was at his disposal and had been used quite a few times already.  ❛ you’ve been a naughty little minx haven’t you. it’s no wonder mister march wants you punished.  ❜ calloused, meaty fingers lit delicately upon each tool caked in old blood. 

❛  would you like to talk about what happened?  ❜ finally the monster inquired, though hardly -truly- interested he went about sifting through each toy, wanted to choose the first one he used on her correctly.  ❛  lay down on the table now, like a good girl.  ❜ 

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_{Naughty was one way to put it — although she knew their Master would have preferred calling her something far more hurtful and demeaning. Sally could see herself in him, pacing around the Cortez’ basement like a caged animal — eyes glowing with unspoken satisfaction as they feasted on butcher knives and hand saws. The addict’s mouth - that was made for spitting insults - remained shut tight and twisted into a little side grin she could only hope would drive him up the wall: nothing stung more than a marionette that simply wouldn’t break.} 

_{And up the nearest table she went — like the good girl he wanted her to be, ragged dress dancing around her thighs as she jumped off her feet and landed ( ass first ) on the blood-stained surface. “You haven’t heard? Little junkie ghost is one filthy backstabber. Little ghost deserves to be skinned alive.” Instead of choking on her own sarcasm and saving it inside her pocket, Sally chose to be that one thorn on everyone’s side and gave her tongue permission to run wild. “That’s what he said. Alive. You might be one hell of a sadist but good luck pulling that one off.”}

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muscles tense, taut beneath scarred flesh but he made no move against her, no not yet. but his ire rose in the back of his throat like bile. so very badly did he want to sink fingers into her guts, slather his flesh with her blood until it dripped from every article of clothing he wore. soon he would BATHE in her.

oh she knew how to push his buttons!

❛vulgar little minx aren’t you.❜came the whispered, labored breath. the more she fought, the more she used that TONGUE of hers like a weapon wielded so masterfully the more he desired the addict to succumb to his blade. ❛i’ll put that tongue to better use when we reach our destination, if you cannot SPEAK like a proper young lady, perhaps you can scream like one.❜came the retort.

though she was correct about the loneliness, she had been here trapped within the confines of the hotel for a much longer period of time and while eddie was just learning about said hotel, collecting brides had not been an issue seeing as the guests were plentiful. no this place had not yet lost its’ luster for him as it had for her. not yet at least. right now he was savoring every moment.

as she paused at the top of the stairs, he did as well. offering a tight lipped smile, eyes heavily lidded. ❛you haven’t learned to keep that pretty mouth of yours shut darling but i’m here to teach you manners. no hard feelings, right?❜and he reached up to ghost fingertips along her cheek and jawline, the movement was slow and offered plenty of time for her to slap his hand away. he wished she would.

❛come, i’ve just the place. i believe you’re familiar with it.❜  he began to descend the stairs, headed towards the bowels of the hotel. ❛your torture chamber has had plenty of use over the years hasn’t it? but have you ever experienced such exquisite pain there yourself, darling?’

Sally not only wanted to slap his hand away; she wanted to bare her teeth and let them bite down on the long fingers, taste Eddie’s blood in her mouth and flush the still warm parts of him down the toilet — see how well you can work then, see if it doesn’t hurt. However, the junkie knew better than to piss him off and give the infamous torturer even more reason to maul her body beyond repair, goodness knew he wouldn’t hesitate to leave her on the verge of a second death if provoked. Deadly glares were shot, but before she could do something about the unwanted touch making her cheek and jaw itch, the man leading her to the dungeon just downstairs resumed his way and Sally was forced to follow, heels echoing through the gilded walls every time she took a shaky, drunken step towards their final destination. It was her turn to be the dog, obedient and under its master’s control. You’re nothing but tonight’s prey, a lovely dessert he can’t wait to devour until there’s little left.

“Yeah, right… No hard feelings — let’s be best buddies for life.” Sally spat at him in return, words loaded with poisonous sarcasm; he had to be shitting her, right? “You know us ghosts, we don’t hold grudges.” As they reached the bottom of the stairs, the blonde looked over her shoulder to spare the front doors a quick glance. If only she could leave, run as fast as her short legs allowed her to and put some safe distance between herself and the torture chamber just waiting to swallow her existence. A girl could dream, not even Eddie’s sharp blade could stop her heart from making silent wishes that’d never become true.

The sound of a heavy door being opened brought her attention back to painful reality and almost made her jump — coward against the nearest corner like a beaten animal… yet she was way too proud to let Eddie see the fate he had in store for her had her poor heart absolutely terrified. Sally knew that pungent odor coming from inside the dark basement, feeling it all over her nose was the closest thing to being welcomed home after a long trip… At least until now. “It’s been useful, yes.” She cleared her throat, desperately trying to get rid of that knot making it almost impossible for sweet oxygen to reach her lungs, no matter how hard she gasped for air. Acting far braver than she felt, Sally poked her head through the door frame, squinting her eyes to try and make something out of the complete darkness surrounding them. “But you know that already, don’t you? Stop being a goddamn tease… Believe me, it doesn’t suit you.”

She knew what was inside, there was no point in wasting everyone’s time by staring for too long. Instead of waiting for his command, the junkie seized life by the balls and began her tortuous descent down the rusty stairs, letting the railway be her only guidance as she stepped into the only room in the entire hotel she once learned to love. Say bye bye to the real world, Sally… No one will come looking for you —— no one gives a damn.

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at the insinuation of him getting off from such a thing he said nothing but merely glanced toward the now snuffed out cigarette he made a small sound of disgust, ❛those things are terrible for you, you know. horrible habit, does incredible damage to your body, not just the lungs.❜speaking as though they both weren’t already dead. ❛a woman with rotted teeth and who reeks of nicotine is hardly desirable.❜  

and as she moved he remained a step or two behind her, a dog slathering at her feet, nipping at her heels as she led the way to the slaughter with him herding. hungry. 

❛must you be so vulgar dear? that ..mouth..but don’t worry, we can fix that when we reach our destination.❜came the chipper response. ❛no more cursing, no more backtalk, you’ll be the perfect young lady i know you can be. then perhaps, darling, you won’t be so lonely.❜hands now cupped behind his back as the pace became a saunter. he was in no hurry, he wanted to savor this moment.

❛a good girl?❜voice lowered as he chuckled, lip curling. ❛you’re far from it, aren’t you. it’s why i’m here. why i need to punish you.❜then he paused at the glare she gave him, he shook his head,  ❛now darling you know this isn’t my fault. i see your anger, your rage, do i deserve such ire?❜  spoken as innocently as possible.

As her fragile feet carried her away from the Blue Parrot Lounge and towards the front stairs of the Cortez, Sally could almost feel his nasty breath making the short hairs on the back of her head stand straight up, body completely on edge. At least her mind was intoxicated enough to help her keep all feelings ( or at least most of them ) locked somewhere safe—— somewhere far away from her reach, where they couldn’t hurt her or make her do something rash she’d end up regretting later. The ragged ghost knew the drill, she was well aware of how things worked with Eddie; scream and you’ll lose your tongue, try to run away and I’ll take your legs. Sally had seen it, so many times before… she had dipped her hands in the blood of others and laughed at their suffering, for it was the perfect way to relieve some of that misery making her chest feel heavy day after day—— guess it was her turn to be torn apart by her very own old friend.

“This is my home, you creep… Shut your fucking trap and let me swear all I want—— you have no right to talk to me.” Enough was enough, Sally couldn’t stop herself from looking over her shoulder to keep a close eye on the tall man following her like a dog, make sure he wouldn’t take a blow at her head and knock her lights out to make things easier. Part of her wished she hadn’t done that… His was the face of true evil staring right back at her, like she was nothing but a very desirable piece of meat about to be cooked and served for dinner. The best defense against his morbid ways? Let her sharp claws come out to play, slap him with her words. “You don’t know two shits about my loneliness—— about my past. Do yourself a favor and get a fucking mirror… Maybe a plastic bag to hide your fugly face will do the trick and get you a half decent bride.”

There it was again, her infamously big mouth… Sally had to bite down on her cheek to swallow a second avalanche of insults that would make her sink even deeper into her already fucked up situation. Eddie’s last question was met by silence from her end, the junkie wasn’t about to give him even more reasons to knock himself out and hurt her like there was no tomorrow. With her teeth still digging into the tender skin of her inner cheek ( and a hand gripping the railing for dear life ) she made it to the bottom of the stairs and stopped dead in her tracks to let him catch up with her. “Lead the way, Mr. Man—— let them all see Hypodermic Sally is finally getting what she deserves.”

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❛ ..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.