EmilyThe muffled scream before the knife came down on her throat excited me way more than it should have.She was asleep on her back, mouth slightly open, one hand curled beneath the pillow like she didn't have a single guilty thing weighing on her conscience. I stood over her for a moment, and for the first time in years, I wasn't afraid. I thought of the bathtub, the cold water, her hand at the back of my neck. I thought of the years of abuse, and the restraints, and the word complications.She woke up as the knife came down. Her eyes found mine in the dark, wide with a fear I recognized. It was mine, worn for years, finally handed back.She didn't get to finish screaming as she choked on her own blood.Jake's door was next. I pushed it open with the knife still slick in my hand, and some small, starved part of me wanted him to wake up first. Wanted him to see me standing there and understand, even for a second, what he had built.He stirred at the sound of the door, groggy, alread
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