glass doll | original story

part i

Just a warning, this will be pretty fucking gory so.... How can I say this without spoiling anything? If you don't like very sharp objects near those little balls that you see out of or just straight up murder in general, then I suggest you leave now my dude. Somebody's shit is gonna get fucked.

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It was mostly silent aside from the loud chatter and faint music that could be heard coming from a room down the long, empty hallway. Damien smirked behind his mask, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the hallway, holding his arms behind his back. Once he reached the double doors, he slammed them open, letting his arms fall to his side. The room immediately fell silent as he stepped inside, the doors slamming shut behind him. He scanned the room for his target, chuckling once he locked eyes with her. She knew why he was here. In fact, everyone in the entire room knew why he was here.

Damien walked over to her, roughly grabbing her by the hair, letting out a manic laugh as she cried out. "Nicole Haggard," he drawled, pulling a switchblade out of his pocket. He flicked the switch on it and the blade sprang out, now inches away from her throat. "Do you know why I'm here, little bird?" Damien asked her, lightly digging the tip of the blade into her throat. Nicole attempted to look brave, glaring up at him. However, her trembling body said otherwise. Damien chuckled, his hold on her hair tightening painfully.

"Aww, how cute. The little whore is trying to be brave," he cooed in a patronizing tone, dragging the blade down her neck, letting it rest under her collarbone. "I'm no whore." Nicole responded, glaring 'bravely' up at Damien. "Says the woman whose had four miscarriages," Damien fired back, smirking when he heard several gasps ring throughout the room. Nicole's mouth opened and closed, like she was trying to say something. Damien let out another manic laugh, digging the knife into her chest a bit. "How about I just..." Damien's voice trailed off as he started carving letters into her chest, chuckling when the bitch kept whimpering. When he was finished, it spelled the word 'WHORE'.

Damien stood up straight, admiring his work, turning her around so the others could admire it as well. "Now...." Damien spoke, forcing her to her knees. "This is a position you know all too well, isn't it?" He added, resting the blade upon her neck again. "I'm certain you're very comfortable with it." Nicole's 'brave' composure started to break a little at this point. "Cheshire!" Damien yelled, calling out to his partner in crime. A woman clad in all black, a cat-like mask, and midnight blue hair walked in, stopping beside Damien.

She looked at him expectantly, awaiting an order. "Hold her down and keep those pretty little eyes of hers open, would you?" Cheshire hummed an affirmation, forcing one eye wide open as she held Nicole's wrists in a tight vice grip. Damien smiled, roughly yanking his victim's head back as he brought the blade up to her eye. Nicole started to panic, squirming and wriggling in their grasp like a worm. "What are you doing with that knife?! No! Get it aw-" Nicole's voice was cut off by her own screech of pain as the switchblade was plunged into her eye. "Stop screaming. You're fine, my dear," Damien chuckled, yanking her eye right out of its socket. He shushed her, waiting until her screams of pain died down to just whimpers.

"You poor little baby," he cooed mockingly, bringing the blade with her eye stuck to it up to her mouth. "Quit your crying and eat your dinner, darling," Damien growled, pushing the eye against her lips. Nicole had her remaining eye squeezed shut and her lips pressed tightly together. "Aww, what's wrong, dear?" Damien asked, tilting his head. "You seemed to have no problem putting objects in your mouth that don't belong there before, so why not now?" He asked, trying to force it past her lips. She wouldn't budge. Damien sighed, standing up straight again.

"Cheshire, open her mouth," Damien ordered, ignoring the chorus of distressed cries and retching echoing in the large room. Cheshire obeyed, gripping Nicole's lower jaw and pushing a thumb past her lips. Cheshire forced her mouth open and Damien gleefully shoved the eye into her mouth, laughing when she started to gag. "So you do have a gag reflex! After seeing all those videos, I was beginning to think you didn't," he spoke, forcing Nicole's mouth closed. "Now make her chew it." Damien barked at Cheshire, who happily obliged. Nicole started crying, gagging even more as she was forced to eat her own eye. Damien stopped Cheshire, nudging her backwards as he leaned down to look Nicole in the eye.

Nicole froze, not being able to take it anymore. Damien's eyes glanced down at her stomach, noticing how swollen it looked. "Again?" He sighed, shaking his head as Nicole turned away to spit out the bloody mess that used to be her eye. "Spitters are quitters," was all that Damien said before pinning her to the floor. He took the knife and cut open the expensive dress she wore open so he had easier access to her stomach. "Prepare to lose your fifth child," Damien growled, holding her arms down. He dug the blade deep into her stomach, slowly dragging it down until he thought it was far enough.

Damien laughed at her screams and pleas to stop. He grinned, going to reach into her stomach to kill the unborn child, but he stopped, deciding against it. Damien stood, releasing his hold on her. He debated on whether or not to let her bleed out and suffer or spare her the pain and end her life quickly. He eventually made his decision, opting to just get this done and over with. Damien turned away from the nearly lifeless girl in front of him, starting to leave the room. He stopped, looking over his shoulder at Cheshire.

"Cheshire," he started, clasping his hands together behind his back, pausing for a bit. "Finish the job, kitten," he purred, turning his attention straight ahead as he waited on his partner. Cheshire grinned under her mask, happy to oblige, unsheathing her sword. She walked over to the bloody girl lying on the floor and shoved the sword deep into her chest, piercing straight through her heart. Cheshire bounded over to Damien's side, happy that he let her kill for once. He smiled, linking arms with Cheshire. Before leaving, he announced something.

"Just remember, you pathetic little flies.... You could be my next victim!"

Damien and Cheshire let out a manic laugh as they left the room, leaving everyone in complete shock.