Averin (Part II)

“Please!” Doctor whines anew, spit collecting at the corner of his mouth, the stench of fear wafting from his pores.

Head tilted to the side, “Please?!” she repeats hoarsely. “I pleaded to the Powers that be.” Crouches next to Doctor, whispers close to his face, “Turned out they wouldn’t be…” Digs her fingers into his leg where a bone protrudes from the compound fracture.

He cries out and she savors the sound, eyes closed to experience every nuance.

Almost brushes her lips to Doctor’s earlobe. “The only one who answered my pleas was me. And this”— slits Doctor’s throat with a scalpel, hands steady and precise, the way his were when he used it on her and her brethren —“is what answered. You like, Doctor?” A wolfish smile. “It’s your creation, no? Now I send you to the Nether. It’s where I go when you kill me. I always return.”