Chapter 75

*I recommend billie Eilish 'all the good girls go to hell', for this chapter.*

There are no

Good girls gone wrong

Just bad girls

Found out.

~ Mae West

"Get away from me you creep!" The words of the moon goddess ring like a bell inside of my head. She's right. I need to be more ȧssertive, no more faking. It's time that I get comfortable in being my real self.

"Ooo, feisty I like it." His voice goes a pitch deeper than I even knew was possible. I'd spit on him, but I shouldn't carelessly waste my bodily fluids like that.

The scenery changes after that, but I'm still with him; his face is as passive as ever. We now stand in the middle of a dark, and gloomy dungeon. It resembles the pits of hell, just without the flames.

"Come baby, I have something to show you." Rowan walks forward, his body blends in with the darkness.

"How the hell am I suppose to follow you, bastard." Answering my question is a cold gust of wind that hits me from behind. It pushes me in the direction he walks towards.

When he stops, we soon face a prison cell. I'd recognize that dark brown hair from anywhere, it's Jezebeth. What-, why is she here?

"I got you a gift baby. This is the woman that's been giving you such a hard time." Of course he left out the part on which he helped Jezebeth, to tyrannize my family.

My eyes stare blankly at her. I don't feel a shred of pity seeing her in that wretched state. Instead...I- feel a bit crazed. I can feel my multi-colored eyes flash with an inexplicable emotion. It's as if something is stirring deep within my soul. Seeing the blood covering her body, my hands shake in excitement. Wanting to inflict twice the amount of torture on her.

My strange behavior doesn't escape the eyes of Rowan. It makes his eyes light up, his gaze towards me as if he is looking at his long lost soulmate. I feel disgust build up inside of me. Yuck! This vile creature actually dared to lay his grimy eyes upon my beauty! I want to strangle him, I want to dig those charcoal colored orbs out of his eye sockets so that he can not look at me anymore. I want to feel his blood on my hands. That would make me exceptionally happy.

Snapping me out my trance is a light cough. The sound is coming from the abandoned cell that currently holds Jezebeth. Her face is covered in streaks of blood. One eye has a scar running directly over it, while the next one is completely white.

When she looks up and sees me, it is similar to as though she has seen her savior, and she bangs her body onto the metal bars screaming at me. Words would have been able to come out of her mouth, if her tongue wasn't missing.

"Un un nnnnn!!!" She screams.

What the hell is this bitch talking about? She looks terrified. Good. Her clothes are stained with unidentifiable liquids. It's so dirty that the original color is nowhere to be found. Not to mention the horrible stench that surrounds her. It reeks of Death.

Gauging my reactions, Rowan speaks again. "Baby, you like it don't you? I spent a lot of effort making her look this way. She was so irritating and got blood all over the place."

He complains to me like a spoiled child. I feel goosebumps rise on my neck at the soft tone he uses. It sounds like metal grazing against a hard rock, very unpleasant. I roll my eyes externally at his behavior and sarcastically reply,

"I'm sorry, I didn't know that people could just stop bleeding when they wanted." Which reminds me, I'm still on my period. Dammit.

The air around us turns cold. If looks could kill I'd be six feet under already.

"Listen here you little sŀut. I don't like the tone you're using with me. I went through all of this trouble and you're not even grateful. You think I haven't seen you with your little lover boy." Rowan incredulously spews.

"Don't forget, I killed your loved one's before....and I can do it again." Rowan reaches out and grips my chin harshly with his right hand, jerking my head to his face. He ignores the sizzling of his skin for a second before finally letting go. His hand falls to his side in a fist, blood trickling and falling to the floor in a pitter patter rhythm.

My eyes zero in on it, and I can feel my heart skip a beat. Knowing that I can hurt him, greatly satisfies me. His previous words had struck a long, hidden away chord inside of me. Something different and unexplainable has been awakened inside of me, and I don't know if it's good or bad. My mind goes completely black, hollow of consciousness.

I let my head fall down, my hair is covering up my expression. I can see my face in the pool of shiny metallic smelling blood below me. My eyes are completely black, there's no color anywhere. It's like I've become...a demon.

"I bet you wouldn't want to see your precious big brother die either huh. Wouldn't want to find out that his head was for some reason, crammed inside of that sacred stuffed animal of yours, now would you?" He is pure evil.

I lose all rationale at the last moment. My mind isn't in control of my body anymore, instead it's my heart.

"Hahahahaha!" I start chuckling under my breath.

"What's so funny." My laughter shocks him. He wasn't expecting it.

"Hehe," I ċȯċk my head up to look at him. My face is a pale white, blue veins visible under my skin. Matched with my fully black eyes, I look like sin.

"I'm gonna kill you, kay?" The force that was originally binding me breaks free, and I launch myself onto him. My body is covered in fire. Phoenix flames. The hottest on this earth.

He screams a blood curdling yell when I land on him. Once evil meets pure energy there's bound to be a consequence. And that is corrosion.

I bite into his neck, pulling off a chunk of his skin. Rowan's blood fills my mouth, and my body aches in delight.

"So tasty." I say, blood spilling out the side of my lips.

I'm tired as hell goodnight my lovelies!!!!! Remember you are beautiful

Lil Baddies Retreat!