The Devil in the Form of Those That Follow: Lethiferous

CHAPTER NINE

TW: Slight Gore, Violence

"...the failure still lingers with us."

"I didn't blame it on you I promise... He's the one who came up with the plan," Beatrix said. Clover and she were chained up by their wrists above their head. Clover was trying to get comfy since her long legs were stuck at a weird angle, but she couldn't find a good spot. Beatrix was just standing up.

"I believe you.... I think I do at least," she says, her voice slightly breaking.

"I'll prove it to you, somehow," Beatrix said determinedly.

"Quiet!" one of the workers yelled. Right after, they heard footsteps coming down the steps. Clover quickly tried to straighten up. Nixon's figure soon came into the room, laying eyes on Beatrix with a grin. He glanced at Clover and whistled, making the workers walk over and unchain her. They didn't bother putting her in new chains, as she hadn't fought back before.

"Well. Look at who it is?" He laughed as he walked closer to Beatrix.

All of Beatrix's anger began to build up as he came to her. Eventually, he was right in front of her, hovering above her. He looked over to the workers who hadn't left with Clover yet, "Space please?" The workers nodded and walked out the door. Since, when did they listen to him? Beatrix thought. He looked back at her and lifted up her face. "Now, I'm guessing you have questions. So, this is your chance. Go on." Beatrix popped her index finger a few times as he backed away from her.

"Was it all a lie?" she managed to get out without screaming, "Everything you said?"

He rolled his eyes, "Well, yeah, obviously. Who could ever love you? God help someone who does," he said, letting a small chuckle out, "Your determination is the only good trait about you," he admitted.

Beatrix scoffed, "What exactly was your plan?"

"Oh sweetheart, this whole thing is bigger than anything your tiny little brain could imagine."

"Why did you even have to do this? What was the point of all this? And why was I chosen to be your fucking toy?" Beatrix desperately asked, "And I thought you hated Vincent."

"You fucking idiot," he began, "Everything Vincent said to you about me was false, except that we are half-brothers. As I said, it was a test, and you were a part of it," He let go of her face and smirked, "To make it simple, don't get involved with a random man your half-brother met at a bar."

"Why was I in the center of your whole scheme?"

"You were the most vulnerable," he looked her up and down, "And the easiest apparently."

"So was your whole childhood trauma story just a way to complete whatever fucking test you're talking about? Was that also a lie!?" Beatrix started crying a little bit.

"No, actually. That was real, and I suggest you don't mention it,"

"Why would you tell me that if I was just a toy?" She was more lost than before.

Nixon raised his hand and slapped her across the face. "I said, don't mention it," he sternly said before walking to leave.

As Beatrix tried to gain her composure back, she couldn't hold herself back from yelling something. "You're just like your dad!" She regretted saying this as soon as he halted at the door handle. He ran back over to her and wrapped his hands around her neck, not being gentle one bit.

"I told you not to!" he yelled while tightening his grip. He looked so mad that he had veins popping out. Beatrix could feel herself passing out while trying to say something. She was trying to pull her hands down from the chains to grab him, but she was just adding pain to her wrists. He seemed to take a little pity on her so he let go of his grip and took a step back from her as she struggled to catch her breath again. She looked back up at him, her hair all wild and messed up.