♡ TW. Dead Dove // Read at Your Own Risk ; ♡ WC. 1,272
You were cold before the door even opened.
He watched you shiver, arms locked around yourself. The candlelight had long since burned down to nubs, and even then, you hadn’t moved from your chair. That stupid little dress he made you wear clung to your skin like a wet rag—useless against the cold, even more useless against him.
He didn’t knock. He never knocked. He entered like a man who owned everything that breathed.
And you? You were the only thing left still breathing.
He stood in the threshold, hulking, stained. A wet knife hung from his belt like a badge of honor. Something viscous dripped off the metal, silent and slow.
You flinched.
“Happy birthday,” he said. His voice was deep, scratched raw like he’d screamed it into a corpse’s mouth.
Your heart stuttered in your chest. Not just because of the sound. But because of the smell.
He stepped inside, dragging something. Behind him, heavy doors groaned open.
The world beyond that door had always been locked to you. You thought it was his quarters, his trophies, his war table. It was none of that. Not even close.
He jerked his head. “Come.”
You hesitated.
He smiled.
Not the kind that meant warmth. The kind a wolf makes before it pulls out a lamb’s spine.
Your legs moved, not of your own accord, and your bare feet slapped softly on cold stone as you followed him. You didn’t dare ask what it was. You didn’t dare breathe too hard.
He led you through the stone hallway, past rust-colored stains in the cracks, down a spiral staircase. You heard the flies before you saw them.
The door was already open.
And beyond it was a scene that didn’t belong in your world. It didn’t belong in any world.
“I know you like animals,” he said, as if explaining the paintings on a child’s wall. “You’re always trying to help them. Feed them. Heal them. So I made you something special.”
He moved aside.
You stepped into the room.
There were no screams. Screams came from the living.
This was a cathedral of silence.
Dead things hung from the rafters. Their eyes scooped out. Their guts opened like birthday presents. Cats you’d fed behind the cathedral, strays you’d whispered prayers over. Dogs that followed you home once. Rabbits you nursed back to life.
They were here. All of them. Strung like decorations. Some still twitched—nervous system misfires.
Their blood pooled like puddles of melted wax. It soaked into your soles as you stepped further in.
Your knees buckled. He caught you.
“Not yet,” he muttered. “There’s more.”
He dragged you to the center.
Blood was smeared in a crude heart on the floor. Inside it, a mountain of limbs. Arms, legs, heads, torsos twisted into unnatural shapes—some even looked posed.
Faces you knew stared back at you. All of them. Every single person you’d saved. The girl you bandaged at the river’s edge. The boy you gave your cloak to in winter. The blind man you read to every night in the chapel.
And worse—the way they were arranged. One boy’s chest cavity was pried open and stuffed with flowers. The little girl’s head had been split and her brain scooped out, replaced with a melted candle, wax dripping down the empty sockets of her eyes.
He circled the mound proudly.
“They took your kindness like beggars,” he said. “But I saw it. I saw what they were. Filth. Parasites. So I did what you couldn’t.”
You tried to scream, but it came out silent. Your throat was closing.
He pushed you forward. Your hand landed in something wet. Flesh. Warm.
He crouched beside you, arms draped casually across his knees.
“They were your sins,” he said. “You just didn’t realize it.”
You looked up. His eyes were alight with something unholy. Not madness. No, something worse—purpose.
He reached into his cloak and pulled something out. A locket. Familiar.
It belonged to a child. A little girl who once gave you a flower and called you her guardian angel.
“She screamed the most,” he said casually. “You should be proud.”
You vomited. He let you.
He didn’t flinch when your bile hit his boots.
“You think I don’t know what you are? You pretend to be above it all. Fragile little thing, always floating, always judging.” He leaned closer, breath hot against your ear. “You wanted a clean world. You wanted something pure. So I gave it to you. I made you a stage where you could finally be free.”
He reached around and grabbed your hair, forcing you to look again.
“Look at your gift. Look.”
The eyes. The mutilated faces. The broken spines twisted into a mockery of dancing. One girl had her hands sewn to her face in permanent prayer. Another’s entrails were braided and hung like garlands.
He’d burned words into their skin. YOURS. MINE. SAINT. SLUT.
“They’re all yours,” he said.
You whimpered. The smell was unbearable. Shit, blood, decay.
And yet he pressed you into it, made you crawl across it.
He followed behind, crouched low like a predator, watching you drag your trembling body across the floor.
“You’re not crying yet,” he whispered. “I like that about you. You’re harder to break. But I’ll still enjoy breaking you.”
He pulled the back of your dress down, baring your skin to the cold, the rot, the blood. His fingers were calloused and cruel as they dug into your sides.
“Strip.”
You hesitated. He slapped the side of your face hard enough to send your vision spinning.
“Strip.“
Your fingers shook. The fabric didn’t come off gracefully. It ripped. He didn’t wait for you to finish. He gripped your wrist and shoved you down, cheek pressed to the cold stone.
Your body burned with humiliation.
He breathed you in like a feast.
“You always acted like you were better than this,” he whispered. “But look at you. You revel in this. Even if you’re crying, even if you’re shaking. Your body knows where it belongs.”
You tried to move. He gripped your neck and forced your face back into the blood.
“Still want to help them now?” he asked. “Still want to be their little saint?”
You sobbed, choked on gore. A piece of hair got stuck to your lips with blood.
He chuckled.
“I should keep you here,” he mused. “Naked. Bleeding. Surrounded by everything you failed to protect. I should bring more. More animals. More people. Keep feeding your guilt until it breaks you.”
His hand slid down your spine. Possessive. Vile.
“But that’s not a gift,” he said, almost thoughtfully. “That’s maintenance.“
You felt his mouth against your ear.
“This was just the beginning. The warm-up. The real present comes after you thank me.”
You didn’t speak.
He twisted your arm until it nearly snapped.
“Thank me.”
Your lips barely moved. It was barely a whisper. Not enough.
He yanked your head back and forced you to say it again. Louder. Slurred. Broken.
He smiled.
And then he kissed your temple with mock affection.
“Good girl.”
He snapped his fingers. From behind a curtain, a wheelbarrow was dragged in—half of a deer’s carcass hung over the side, legs bent wrong, ribs shattered and splayed open like wings. Under it, the family of field mice you’d rescued. Torn apart. Nailed to the inside of the beast’s ribcage.
He scooped a handful of viscera from the mound and smeared it across your chest. Marking you.
“Now,” he whispered. “Let’s unwrap the real present.”
You heard the rustle of chains behind you.
He was just getting started.
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