Candy's Sweet Tooth

Two Rooms, Two Beds, One Floor

For the next six months, Candy slept in her own room. But after a bunch of jobs that Sweet Tooth had carefully planned involving sprees of random killings, Candy was starting to have a few issues with the fact that he was killing so many innocent people. What if he turns on me? Candy had somehow forgotten about the fact that Sweet Tooth had slapped, beaten, and abused her numerous times over the past few months when she disobeyed him.

She sighed and dabbed a little more make-up onto her cheeks, covering up yet another bruise. However, there was a large mark on her forearm that wouldn't fade. Sweet Tooth didn't like seeing his doll with imperfections, so he bought her a pair of elbow length gloves. They were pink with a bedazzled edge cut off around her fingers, and Candy was delighted.

Once or twice, she had helped him during his sprees. Each time she did, there was a rush. But it wasn't the same as when Sweet Tooth did it. During one of their sprees, a cop grabbed Candy's arm and pointed a gun at her. She giggled like a maniac, and Sweet Tooth didn't hesitate for a second. He shot the cop point-blank, and snagged Candy away.

'She's mine- got that?' he hissed.

Candy's thrill hadn't worn off by the time they returned to their warehouse. She was bouncing around, hanging off Sweet Tooth. He grabbed her wrists to stop her, but she was too excited.

'Oh SweeTart- you shoulda felt his body drop to the ground!' she trilled.

She's changed. She doesn't even care if you kill anymore. Your plan is working. Now for part two. Over the next nine months, Sweet Tooth hired as many goons as he could get his hands on. Some, unfortunately for Candy, were female.

'Candy, PLEASE. Shut it!' Sweet Tooth snapped.

Candy groaned and popped her gum. 'No fair. You don't take me out anymore!'

'We have to let those injuries heal, Candy. I can't have you getting even more hurt because of incompetence,' he turned back to his plans, and finished the last steps.

'Do you think I'm pretty, ST?' Candy stood behind Sweet Tooth's chair and wrapped her arms around his neck, looking over his shoulder at the new plans.

'Of course I do. You're perfect,' he muttered.

She pulled back with a girly smile, then bounced out of the room. Sweet Tooth watched her jump around excitedly, and a smile crept onto his face. My living doll. My arm candy.

After another 2 years of secret plots, Sweet Tooth and Candy were ready for their big reveal. No one had heard their names yet, but there were whispers. They were ready to strike, and make a name for themselves.

'Candy themed crimes. Genius,' Sweet Tooth declared, leaning over the banister and grinning down at Candy.

She smiled back up at him and fixed her wig. There was something missing from her costume that day- and Sweet Tooth knew exactly what it was. He walked past a bucket of candy and swiped a peppermint from it, then fastened it to a silver ring as he walked down the stairs.

Candy made sure she hadn't missed anything, and turned to face him. The last time they went on a job, she had forgotten her gloves- and received a hard blow to her shoulder. All of her injuries were now healed, and she was entirely under his control.

Candy stood still as Sweet Tooth inspected her outfit, gulping as he tsk-tsked. 'What's wrong, SweeTart? Did I forget the gloves again?' she asked nervously, checking her outfit as he scrutinised her.

'No. But your costume is missing something...' He stopped in front of her, and grabbed her hands.

'ST I'm s-sorry,' she whimpered, 'p-please let me c-come with y-you!'