Breaking Broken (Love After Life) by Holly Guy

Author:Holly Guy [Guy, Holly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2025-07-20T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Siren

It reeks of blood, metallic and overwhelming. The sticky redness is everywhere— on my hands, clothes, pooling into the cracked tiles and porcelain toilet. She’s full of holes. Like a bucket. I resist the urge to press my lips to her wounds and drain her dry.

My vision tunnels.

Her lifeless corpse flops in my hands.

She looks like a doll. I muse. My beautiful, broken doll.

I release her and she falls into a pile of limbs with a thud. The sound of her bones cracking against the cold tile floors makes my stomach twist excitedly. She’s so fucking beautiful when she’s dead. It’s like death traps her into eternal beauty. She looks even more breathtaking than the first time I killed her.

She’s dead. I know she’s dead. I felt her final, shuddering breath and the death rattle sing at the back of her throat. I watched the colour drain from her cheeks, her lips. Her pupils exploded with pain and then lost their sparkle.

And yet… she’s never looked so captivating.

My heels slip in the blood, and I barely catch myself against the stall door, breath rasping through clenched teeth. I take a step back, then another until I’m out of the cubicle, staring at the chaos.

Will she remain dead this time?

I’ve cut her before and then kissed the skin which hid those scars. But this time, I didn’t hold back. I plunged my weapon into her skin harder, faster. I strangled the life from her. My fingers tighten around my weapon and the blood squelches between my fingers. It’s hot and sticky, but I know it’ll crust soon.

Maybe she’ll wake up shortly.

No. I shake my head quickly, dispersing the thoughts before they can turn into something more real.

She’s dead. She has to be.

But to be sure, I need to dispose of her. Completely.

My eyes flicker around the small, grimy bathroom, searching for anything I can use. I almost feel bad that I stole her life in such squalor. My beautiful prey deserved a more honourable death. After all, her sex brings me a new life. A renewed energy source. Perhaps she deserved to be murdered surrounded by something that isn’t lined with graffiti and cracked mirrors. Instead, she died with the intermingling scents of mould, piss and strong disinfectant which makes my eyes water. No cameras. No windows. It’s a prison— the most perfect place to commit my crime.

I crouch down, my fingers siding against the pulse point in her throat. I wait for something—anything—the flicker of a mocking heartbeat, the raspy shudder of a breath, but nothing. My hand trails lower, pressing against her cold, pale skin. Nothing. I press harder. Still nothing.

I need to finish this.

Fire. Fire is the only way I can dispose of her body into ashes. If she comes back, she’ll surely be different. Wrong. Disfigured. She won’t be mine anymore; she’ll have a new soul.

I yank open my bag. My cheap bottle of nail polish remover sits at the top like a shining beacon in the darkness.

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