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Chapter 1

Doc The dim fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the cluttered desk, casting flickering shadows that seemed to dance around the room. The air was thick with the sour tang of stale cigarette smoke and damp plaster, curling wallpaper peeling at the edges like wounded flesh. In this cramped, half-dark office, My Brother Shelby lounged across the desk from me, his ocean-blue eyes gleaming with a mix of annoyance and concern. He leaned in, forearms braced against the chaos of papers, cigarette butts, and empty coffee cups. His voice was low, edged with impatience. I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his gaze. The room seemed to shrink around us, the shadows growing longer. I spoke first. “Hello big brother, what do I owe this unpleasant visit?” I asked. “I came by to ask you about something, so forgive me if I’m a little irritated with you” Shelby wasn’t one to ask questions without a good reason, and I knew better than to brush him off. “What do you want to know?” “You want to

Chapter 2

Doc The sterile overhead light spat cold shadows across my desk, casting a dismal glow on discarded reports stained with blood-slick notes. Every nerve in me screamed for release, for what I hadn’t tasted in days—and that craving threatened to obliterate what remained of my sanity. I clenched my fists, feeling the sting of restraint, refusing to give in to Shelby’s latest request of buying a blood donor, I told myself I can do this on my own. “I shouldn’t have this much problem trying to source a willing partner,” I muttered to himself, voice hoarse with frustration, But it seems like I’ve been banned from every blood center, every bar, every shady back alley sketchy shit I used to run through. They all heard of what I done. And What I threatened to do to the other agency owners, i mean Who wouldn't use their corpse eye socket for their own personal Cum dumpster? my vision blurred and my pulse pounding in my ears. My veins burned with a primal fury I couldn’t tame, a relentl

Chapter 3

Doc The basin before me was a dark, pinkish hue, thick and viscous, like the last glow of sunset smeared across the water. I reached in, wringing a rag out with a slow, deliberate motion, feeling the resistance of the deep stain. It’s funny—this routine, mundane as it sounds, somehow felt like a ritual. A cleansing for what I’d just done, and a quiet acknowledgment of the darker things I’d tolerated in myself. I turned my attention to the tools, each one laid out with a clinical precision that masked the tremor beneath my fingertips. The scalpel gleamed freshly sharpened, its edge catching what little light there was. I took a breath, steadying myself, and carefully wiped away the smears of blood and dirt. “Perfect again,” I muttered softly, almost mocking the phrase as I slid the blade into a clean cloth. Next was the dental spreader, the cold steel feeling heavier in my hand than it should. I remembered Shelby’s voice, sharp and unwavering. “You’ll need discipline, Doc. If you d

Chapter 4

Doc I kept my eyes on the table, but I could feel Don’s presence closing in. The air was thick with a nauseating stench. He staggered closer, the scent of advanced rot, mold, the sickly sweet tang of something long past its prime—and it clung to Don like a foul cloud. His face was a canvas of grotesque anatomy, flesh rotting away in patches, revealing glimpses of muscle and bone beneath. Embedded in his decaying skin were nails—rusted, jagged—that pierced through flesh, holding a crumpled scrap of paper in place. The message was unreadable, smeared with blood and decay, yet it was unmistakably meant to be seen. Shelby had orchestrated this nightmare, his twisted signature etched into every detail. Don’s eyes fluttered open, a flicker of consciousness amid the chaos. His hands convulsed, clutching tightly onto a small, familiar red box—neat, pristine, a stark contrast to his battered body. The box seemed almost sacred in his trembling grip, as if it were a lifeline in this sea of de

Chapter 5

Emma I leaned against the door frame of Elijah’s bedroom, my arms crossed loosely as I watched him in front of the full-length mirror. His reflection caught the dim light, casting shadows that seemed to dance across his sharp features. He was meticulously adjusting his black tie, the knot tightening with a practiced precision that betrayed a flicker of tension beneath his calm exterior. “What are you looking at?” Elijah asked. without turning around, his voice steady but tinged with a faint edge of irritation. “Watching to see which end of the tie you're going to hang yourself with.” I shot back, my tone half-joking but edged with something darker. “Would it matter?” His voice was softer now, almost a whisper. I noticed his hands tremble slightly as he adjusted the fabric, trying to appear composed but failing to hide the tremor in his fingertips. . “You know,” Emma said, shrugging her shoulders, “not really. I just assumed you’re practicing.” Elijah turned to her, raising an

Chapter 6

Emma I edged toward the double glass doors; carefully sliding inside. Taking one step. Then another. Finally Stumbling into the reception area. “HELLO?” My voice splintered against the hollow silence. Fluorescent tubes buzzed overhead; fresh white paint streaked along the walls. "IS THERE ANYONE HERE?” I asked but the emptiness absorbed my words. From here, I could see the first viewing parlor, called The Sunset Room. the dark wood of the door was slightly opened. I stepped in. The drapes were drawn. velvet darkness stretched around a sputtering projector. Antique tables holding tasteful fake flowers. Rows of white wooden chairs with their worn surfaces faced a solitary pure white casket resting on a dais, swathed in a lavender and silver cloth that shimmered. It rested in a natural, quiet, calm. Really now, is there no one actually here? “You lost Bambi?” The voice cut through the hush like a blade. My head snapped around to see a man filling the doorway, at least si

Chapter 7

Doc Before Emma could flinch, My hand came up, not with a blur of supernatural speed, but with a deliberate, terrifying certainty. I exerted effortless pressure, lifting her onto her knees. she knelt right in front of me on the harsh floor. “Look at me,” I commanded softly. Emma refused. My fingers pressed against her cheek, my palm cradling her jaw. The strength in that casual touch was absolute. Her eyes lifted to mine. With my other hand, I brought my finger up to my mouth. biting down in a quick and efficient motion. A dark bead of blood welled up, black in the uneven light. “Wha- what are you doing?” I stammered. The words felt childish, inadequate. “Marking you” I rested my bleeding finger between her lips. “Now, Open your mouth.” I shook my head. The order was so absurd, so degrading, that I almost laughed. Almost. “Don’t make me repeat myself” I hissed. “Go fu-“ Doc cut me off shoving his finger in my mouth. The metallic taste of his skin was already there, clean and

Chapter 8

Doc My back was against the wall. I let Emma grab me by my throat with her tiny hands, it didn’t hurt, I pretended it did. Her blue eyes were wild, desperate. Her gaze locked onto mine with a feral intensity. Like she wanted to kill me, for trying to break her against Mr. Frank’s coffin, yet she loved it. Her body told me.. She tried to hide it, the fact she loved being degraded, and treated like mine. Even if she didn’t understand it herself, I would bring every hidden desire of hers out, even the shameful and embarrassing ones. by my fucking bloody fangs, she would feel like a Queen whose been baptized in Blood. By my blood. And the blood of the dead. A spark of that earlier defiance reigniting - her eyes blazing with a fury that was part terror, part wild and exhilaration. “I love that look on your face.” I rasped out. Her hands squeezed harder, fingers pressed into the unyielding muscle. knuckles turning white. “That's it Bambi, squeeze my throat Harder”, lifting my neck to t

Chapter 9

Emma Two hours—two excruciating hours—had passed. I was still confined to the chair. Doc was letting the reality of what I did sink in. -not only did I’d challenged him in his sanctuary , but I had struck him in the face- My shoulders screamed. My bladder ached. Screw it, I’m done with his power trip. I stood up. “Don’t do it Bambi,” I turned my head to look at him. He was Nose deep into his phone, looking at whatever had gotten his attention. “I’m going home now.” “No,” I said, the word flat, “you’re not.” “And why not?” “You live here now” “You can’t keep me here against my will.” “Yes I can, and will” “Whatever, Bye” My thumb stopped scrolling. I lowered the phone onto my thigh. “Your punishment isn't over yet young lady,” I said. “You need to understand the system,” I continued, my tone conversational, as if explaining office protocol. “Every action has a consequence. Your lesson in obedience needs… reinforcement.” I ignored him, taking a step past the chair. “You reall

Chapter 10

Doc Doc The front door of my building suddenly burst open with a deafening crash, I jolted upright, heart pounding in my chest. “Stay in here and hide,” I commanded, as I scrambled toward the chaos at the entrance. shards of glass scattering across the floor like glittering deadly stars. “KNOCK!, KNOCK!, LITTLE BROTHER!” the voice thundered from the doorway, sharp and commanding. The sound echoed through the dim hallway, bouncing off the freshly painted walls A figure appeared in the shattered frame—tall, broad-shouldered, and breathing hard—not from exhaustion, but from a storm of rage that seemed to radiate from him like heat waves. yet it was the expression on his face that chilled Doc. Rage. Pure, unfiltered fury. “Elijah?” His pristine chauffeur’s outfit was soaked in blood, the crimson color. staining the crisp fabric from collar to cuffs, darkening the white with a sinister sheen. The scent of it clung to him, thick and pungent, a sickly reminder of violence. “What’s

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