Then he would conveniently lose his job and begin asking for help with this and that, to the point where she was basically taking care of him. When the woman would begin to catch on that he really didn’t give a damn about her, he would start with slight insults, then the cheating and lying, then verbal and emotional abuse until she couldn’t take it anymore and ultimately dumped him.
The way he ended up down here was the last woman he had been with was part witch, and he’d treated her worse than all the others. He’d hurt her so badly her cry could be heard all the way in Underlayes by all the most powerful witches. Her aunt especially wanted him as a special treat, and to torture the Hel out of him. See, this halfling witch had fallen in love with him way before he became the lowlife he was, and he took full advantage of the fact. He swept her off her feet and moved her in with him, at first so they “could help each other out.”
When he lost his job, however, she became the main provider, just like all the others she had known nothing about. But, when she became impregnated by him, she could no longer work. And even though this child was indeed his without a shadow of a doubt, he still did to her what he did to all the rest: began treating her like a worthless piece of garbage once she had nothing left to give to him. He depleted all her savings accounts, played a major part in helping her to lose her job, even made her lose her car, and forced her to move back home with a family who openly hated her, with yet another child to raise on her own.
So Laina paid him a brief visit, not to feed, because she wanted none of his memories. No, this one she only wanted to make bleed and suffer. Flashing into his barren cave of a cell, with nothing inside it besides a chamber pot and stalagmite, she made quick work of stripping him down to nothing, moving so fast he had no chance to scream or even see his tormentor. She then began by ripping off the piece he held so dear and shoving it into his mouth before he could so much as whimper. Then she continued by tearing his skin to shreds, beginning with the face that gave females false hope and shattered dreams, then down to his chest. When she got to the arms that gave a deceptive sense of comfort and security, she ripped them off and threw them across the cell.
She made short work of him after that, saving his cold-ass heart for last, snatching it out of his chest even though he was already dead at that point, crushed the cold, no longer beating organ in her hand, and laughed like a rabid hyena as she did so.
Flashing herself back to their quarters, she was just in time to witness her sisters finish hogtying their unwelcomed guest. She muttered one word to them, “Cool,” then promptly crashed down from her high and passed out like a six-foot-tall sack of potatoes.
Gigi and Jenna looked at each other wide-eyed, shook their heads after they took in the sight of Laina, then went over to gather the one they usually went to when they messed up, and flashed her to their bathing chamber. Realizing possibly for the first time ever Laina was the one who needed them, and they had wasted way too much time as it was, they made quick work of taking care of their sister. Using their vampire speed, they ripped her clothes off her body, getting electric shocks every now and then from much more than static electricity. With all the juice still running through her veins, they were debating on whether or not to put her in any water at all. Not that they were afraid it would kill her or anything like that. No, they were more afraid of all three of them getting shocked and knocked the Hel out and taking up way more time than any of them had to lose. Their guest was barely alive as it was. They didn’t know all that much about techno mages, and what they didn’t know could end up doing more harm than good. They were already known as the family fuck-ups as it was.
But there was no way in all the realm they could get Laina clean without using soap and water, unless they used a glamour, and there was no time to find anyone who could do that right then. So, they did the next best thing that came to mind. Dropping Laina onto the middle of the vast floor of luckily black tiles with a big thud that still didn’t rouse her, they flashed down to the servants’ quarters to get all the supplies they figured they’d need; mops, aprons, rubber gloves, buckets, soap, spray bottles, rags, and a rake.
As soon as they got back to Laina, they made quick work of cleaning her. They had no idea what it was she had done to come back looking as though she had literally taken a blood bath. There were chunks of skin underneath her fingernails; her face and arms looked like she’d made herself a face mask with blood, and as they scrubbed her hair and face with the mop, they discovered a finger.
The smell of so much blood made them both hungry, but they kept going until they had their sister clean and presentable enough. When they went to rinse her off using the spray bottles, they saw that would take way too long, since they were only getting a few
