Divine Violence

Violets for each one

We share the same body so we have access to each other's memories, while I dismember the Father's body I felt a sense of relief. He was alive and trying to scream but, the amount of blood and pain that he endured was too muc for him, and he fainted. While he was still alive I could see a few things from his past. Mary and Richard were a young reckless couple, they had run away from their town when Mary got pregnant with their first child. Richard was 20 years older than Mary and he did not intend to marry her and have a family, he just wanted cheap fun, and guess where you can find it? With underage girls. Richard was the third child of a family of 5, all boys. His mother disappeared unexpectedly on a summer night when he was 15, he was sure that it was his Dad's fault. Richard didn't work, he stayed home, cleaning, cooking, and taking care of the younger ones. Since he was a virgin his father told him that he was no use, he did not have to become a man after all, so he must be treated like a woman. One night he had enough, he always stayed after the church service to help the Priest to clean everything but that night he spotted the Baker's daughter differently. The girl had the face of a child but the body of a woman, it was Richard's chance. 

When she was walking through the cemetery he lay behind a grave, just waiting for the right moment. That night Mary lost the most precious thing, her girlhood. Richard returned home with a smile on his face and confronted his father, like a warrior that just won a great war. The feeling did not last long, the priest spotted Mary and Richard doing the devil's dance and told both families. She was Baker's only child and he gave an ultimatum, either marriage or death. The next month they were married, waiting for Noah, the child of adultery. When Mary lost the baby, a rumor started that they were cursed. The land of the dead is not a place to conceive a child, the city people commanded that they leave the town. They did and never returned. Richard was just a bag of meat in his final moments, I was not supposed to feed on him, but I tasted the sweet blood, maybe the flesh was even better. So chunk by chunk ate him whole. Leaving only the red staining on the floor and his head on the cushions. After that, I climbed the stairs to the bathroom, took a good look at my face through the shattered mirror that Richard broke years after because vanity was a sin, and gave myself a victory smile. Took a shower, opened the closet door, and took a little box of shoes where Mary hid the money that she got from selling embroidery and pastries, because she, too, thought about running away. 

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