Unholy

8

"Sweets, grab her and bring her inside here. Lay her on the bed." I hear Jughead speak when the car door is open.

"Hey, Princess. I'm going to need you to scoot this way so I can get you." He says to me and I shift myself closer to him. He picks me up and carries me with ease.

"This feels like Deja Vu," I tell him.

"It's because this has happened before." He chuckles and I look up at him in confusion. "A few months ago when Reggie drugged you, I carried you from the bike to my trailer." He admits.

"Why are you helping me?" I ask him as he lays me on the bed. He pushes a stray hair off my forehead.

"No Serpent stands alone." He says.

"I'm not a serpent."

"Not physically, but by heart you are. You have the heart of a serpent and that means something, even if your existence drive me up the wall." He jokes and I crack a smile. I start to remember something and I pull the knife from the waistband of my leggings. "You keep it. You were pretty badass, stabbing Penny like that." 

"Are you sure you can stitch her up, Pea?" Jughead comes in with a first aid box.

"I've done it for you, haven't I?" He sasses back. Jughead holds his hands up and leaves the room.

"Stitch me up?" I ask.

"Yeah. This gash is pretty deep. You can see the veins and fat in the skin. Can you lean up so I can take your shirt off?" I try to lean up but it takes the breath from me and I fall back down. 

"Just rip it." I sigh. I raises his eyebrow for reassurance and I nod. He takes hold of where the fabric is already torn and rips it completely across my body, leaving it only on my neck and arms. He takes scissors and cuts it from my arm and the collar from my neck. I am left exposed in my bra and suddenly it feels really cold in here.

"This will burn, I'm not going to lie." He warns right before he pours alcohol into it. I grit my teeth and scream through my teeth. My good hand wraps around his arm and squeezes. He wipes a soft wet rag across my torso, cleaning the blood up. He unrolls some sort of string and threads it through a needle. "It's like a really thin floss. You won't even feel it after it's in." He promises. "Here. Bite this." He removes his belt from his jeans and folds it up. I take it and lay it down next to me.

"Gross."

"You won't think that when the pain is so overwhelming that even screaming doesn't help." He threatens me. "I'll bandage your wrist first so you can prepare." He pours alcohol on that too and it burns, but not near as bad as my side. He applies some ointment and wraps a bandage around it. "All done. Ready, Princess?" He asks cockily. I shake my head, yes and he smirks, looking doubtful. The needle pierces my skin and I try to twist away but he holds me down.

"Yeah, not sadistic at all." I gasp sarcastically.

"Not with this. Just bite the damn belt. You'll break your teeth out gritting them that hard." I let my eyes flutter shut as I put the belt in my mouth. Tears stream down my cheeks and I break out in a sweat the more he goes. After the second or third time through, my vision starts to fade in and out. My mouth goes slack and I pass out from the pain. 

I come to sometime in the middle of the night the first time. Sweet Pea is sitting in the same chair he was the last time I woke up and he's snoring. Sleep takes over me again for a while and I wake up again to voices.

"How is she?"

"I don't know. I'll be able to tell more when she wakes up."

"How did she do last night?"