“And I can’t help it,” She sighed. “Yer words drip with nectar and I want every drop fer myself. Yer a real charmer, Tora. If I let ya, you’d charm every plant in this forest. Thas why I don’t want you talkin’ with no one else. I’m a selfish weed and I know it, but I can’t help it.”
Tora could feel his heart breaking looking at her. How badly he wanted her not to feel that way. After what Darach put Baya through though, of course she did, and he felt foolish for not realizing how his actions were hurting her. He’d been so focused on trying to make friends, he hadn’t noticed… He had to try harder for her. He needed to be better. If he could just get her to believe him, maybe she wouldn’t be so insecure. Maybe she wouldn’t feel like she had to hurt others. Maybe if he tried harder…
She took her other hand from his and held his face close to hers. He felt his heart pounding in his ears.
“I want all of you,” Baya said. “And I don’t like sharing.”
Tora swallowed hard, thinking of the dagger he’d made for her with the sculpted rose at its hilt.
If I just try harder.
He thought of Pepper’s torn, ragged face.
If I just-
The staircase.
Maybe she won’t…
I wish death upon Baya. I hope she dies cold and alone with no one that cares for her nasty disgusting waste of existence. 🙂 I have never hated a character more than that sack of shiet. .Go die in a hole, Baya.
WOOF. While wonderfully written, it’s definitely a hard one to read. You manage to make Baya even more intolerable with each new piece to the puzzle. Poor Tora, and poor Pepper.
It wasn’t an easy thing to write either tbh! I almost didn’t release these stories because of this one actually. It’s just so dark, but a reader asked what happened to Pepper and I promised an answer so… here we are!