There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Then she says, “Punish her some other way.”
And I remember that I fucking loath her.
They both stand still, thinking.
Randall says to her, “Go get the teddy bear.”
The effect on me is electric. I have no resistance anymore, no dignity.
“NOOOOO!” I howl. “No, I’ll get the belt! Don’t touch him! DON’T YOU
FUCKING TOUCH HIM! Please! PLEEEEEEASE!”
Buttons is the only thing I have from my father. I’ve kept him with me
through every move, everywhere we went. I’ve never lost him and always
kept him safe.
He’s missing one glass eye, and I’ve sewn his rips with mismatched thread.
But his warm, nubbly texture is still the most comforting thing in the world
when I press him against my cheek.
Randall pins my arms behind me while I thrash and scream. I can already
hear my mother’s stumbling steps ascending the staircase. I hear her bumping
around in my room, and the thud of her knocking something over.
I’m praying she won’t be able to find him. If I can get up the stairs before
Randall, I’ll hide him somewhere. And I won’t tell them where, no matter
what they do to me.
She descends a few minutes later. When I see the old bear in her arms I let
out a scream that tears my throat.
Randall holds me fast, saying to my mother, “Put him in the grate.”
She opens the fire grate as I scream and beg. I don’t know what I’m saying,
only that I’ve never been more pathetic, more sniveling, more weak. And I’ve
never hated them as I do in this moment. It’s a white-hot rage, burning me
alive from the inside.
My mother douses my teddy bear in lighter fluid. She seems strangely sober
as she does it, her drunkenness evaporated, her eyes fixed intently on the
bear.