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32: LET THE WORLD BURN
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VELVET GUN 37: TERMS
“Always remember that when the world is shutting between two women, they are two steps ahead of the world”The stitches tugged every time Amy moved, her ribs still burned when she breathed too deeply. The bruises were slow to fade, deep and ugly like oil slicks on porcelain but pain was familiar, pain was something she understood. What she didn’t understand… was how quiet the house had become. No Thomas stomping in from the gates, no shouting from the back corridors, no Lena offering Ellie coffee at dawn, everyone was gone by Amy’s orders.It had been Ellie’s idea — give them time, space. Let Amy recover and let the chaos cool and so Ellie had sent the guards on a week’s paid leave. The cooks, the drivers, even the maids. She kept only herself and Amy. Amy didn’t argue, not when Ellie looked at her like that, fierce, possessive, protective. It was strange. For the first time in years, Amy felt… safe but it wasn’t the kind of safety that came from walls or guns or power. It came from
VELVET GUN 36: TAKE WHAT IS MINE
“Fear is more stare to step closer into her eyes, she’s like the sun when it desires to scorch you , five million miles away from you”The days after the beating moved like molasses —slow, thick and heavy with unspoken things. Amy barely left the bed. Her ribs were cracked, her jaw swollen, her left eye ringed in purple and red. She couldn’t even stand without wincing and every time she coughed, Ellie looked like she was the onebleeding. Ellie was everywhere now — in the way the sheets were fluffed, in the soup that was always warm on the nightstand, in the coolcloths pressed gently against Amy’s face and every time Amy tried to sit up and mutter something like “I’ve got it, Ellie,” the girl would press her down with a hand to her chest and whisper shut up, let me.Ellie had changed. There was no more shaking voice, no more hesitation in her step. She moved through the halls like she’d been born in them,like her name had always been etched into the foundation. On the third day, she
VELVET GUN 35: THE WORLD RETURNS
“What you saw, is what you saw, and there is no explanation backing that up”The first light of morning filtered through the sheer curtains, casting long golden streaks across tangled sheets and bare limbs.Outside, the birds had begun their song — but inside the house, it was quiet,too quiet. Amy stirred first. Her body ached deliciously, worn down by hours of tangled limbs and whispered declarations. She blinked slowly, letting her eyes adjust, her fingers still tangled in Ellie’s curls. Ellie was still asleep, breathing soft and slow against Amy’s chest. One thigh was thrown over Amy’s hips, her fingers curled slightly into Amy’s side as if, even in sleep, she didn’t want to let go. Amy didn’t move, didn’t dare. She watched her for a while, memorizing everything — the softness of her cheek against her skin, the slight smudge of mascara under her eyes, the faint bruises blooming like violets on her neck and collarbone.Bruises she’d left, marks that claimed. She kissed Ellie’s foreh
VELVET GUN 34: JOY, PLAY AND INTIMACY
“They lie in bed, breathing together just listening to the silence.”The sun was high now casting gold across every polished surface of the estate but inside, the air was slow and honeyed — thick with music, the scent of garlic and simmering tomatoes and the low hum of something deeper: peace. Ellie stood in the kitchen, barefoot in Amy’s oversized whitebutton-down. It hung off one shoulder, her thighs bare, her curls pinned back messily with one of Amy’s pearl hair clips. The sleeves were rolled halfway up her forearms as she stirred something in the saucepan — concentration in her brow, hipsswaying softly to the scratchy voice of Billie Holiday spinning on the gramophone in the next room.Amy leaned against the doorframe, watching God, she looked beautiful like that, not polished, not painted up like some doll for high society just herself, raw, real, unfiltered. Ellie turned and caught her staring “Stop looking at me like that.”Amy smirked. “Like what?”“Like you wanna devour m
VELVET GUN 33: THE SILENT NIGHT RITUAL
She watches her, fingers brushing through her curls. Heart thudding.The storm outside had eased to a gentle hush — the kind that made the night feel like it was holding its breath. Amy hadn’t slept, she lay on her back, one arm tucked around Ellie, the otherresting on her chest. The whiskey she’d abandoned hours ago still burned in her throat. The silence in the room wasn’t awkward — it was sacred like something fragile had been cracked open between them and now neither dared to breathetoo loud in case it shattered.Ellie stirred against her, no words just a small, broken breath. Amy turned her head, You awake?Ellie nodded slightly.They lay there for a while longer. Ellie spoke, “I didn’t just panic,” she whispered. “Not really. I mean… I did.But it’s been coming for days, weeks maybe.”Amy said nothing. She just listened.Ellie kept going.“Ever since the attack… I can’t get the sound of the gunshot out of my head, my own voice screaming, your body going limp. That blood on yo
VELVET GUN 32: LET THE WORLD BURN
“They hold each other like war survivors like girls who have lost everything and found home in the ashes.”The house was dead quiet not the peaceful kind of quiet that settles after a long day, no. This one pressed on Amy’s ears like a coffin lid, heavy, final.She sat on the edge of her bed, hands clasped, cigarette burning low between her fingers and the smoke curling like a noose above her head. Sleep wouldn’t come, not after the night she’d had, not after staring down death itself and living to talk about it — barely if Ellie hadn’t been there… If Ellie hadn’t known how to shoot… If Ellie hadn’t pulled that trigger… They would’ve bagged her body and dragged it out the back door like any other casualty and the city would’ve moved on. Amy’s jaw clenched, the cigarette burned out in her hand. She hadn’t even tasted it, she stood slowly, walked to the cabinet and opened the liquor drawer with stiff fingers. Whiskey, the good kind, aged, burned on the way down but soothed something dee
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