Chapter 47

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Luke soon came to, looking around the room he was in. Everything looked like some type of dollhouse that Ella used to own when she was a child.

He jumped when he saw the body of his ex-wife in the corner of the room. His heart began to race, the silent atmosphere around him only adding to his fear.

Luke struggled to get up, his arms and legs chained to the wall of the room. The sound of chains hitting each other sounded throughout the room, alerting Brendon that his new doll was awake.

Brendon slowly got up from the couch, a sadistic smirk on his face as he walked downstairs. He already had an idea for what he was going to do with Luke. 

He was simply going to make him smile more and maybe give him a couple of his own tattoos. 

Entering the code, Brendon began to grow excited, but he knew that he had to sew Luke's mouth shut before he did anything. For, he didn't want to wake his precious Ella.

Luke looked up at Brendon, who was illuminated by the light of the moon. "Hello, Luke. How are you feeling?"

As much as Luke didn't want to be scared, he was. In fact, Luke was petrified. Brendon now had the upper hand in the situation he was in at the moment.

"W-What are you going to d-do to me?" Brendon chuckled, walking to the corner of the room, where he grabbed his sewing kit and pocket knife.

"I'm simply going to make you one of my joyous creations, Luke. Don't you love what I've done to your ex-wife?"

Luke looked back over to where his ex-wife was, noticing the makeup and doll clothes. He looked back at Brendon, who now had his apron on.

"Let's get started, shall we?"

Luke backed away from Brendon, the wall hitting his back. Brendon tsked, then pulled out the needle. "Shh, my sweet doll, the pain will be over with soon enough." 

He laughed a sadistic laugh, then poked the needle through Luke's bottom lip, continuing to weave the thread through the top and bottom lips.

After that, Brendon watched as the blood of his lips slowly dripped down his face. Grabbing his knife, Brendon dragged it up Luke's exposed arms. 

He slowly began to press the knife deeper into his skin, causing Luke to hum in pain. "Oh, my dear Luke, you could've stayed out of my way. None of this would be happening if you did that."

Brendon carved his name in Luke's arm, then cut little lines on the sides of his lips, making it look like he was smiling. Once he was done with that, he took to cotton balls and stuffed them up his nose, causing Luke to suffocate.

"Good night, my darling Luke."

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