She knelt before him now, her hands and feet bound, swaying from the effect of the drugs, blinking up at him, confused. There was fear in her eyes, but she didn’t really know what she was afraid of yet. “You deserve this,” he spat, his fury getting stronger and stronger. It wasn’t a single transgression. Her evil would grow. Maybe one day, she’d have kids. And he knew what would happen to them. Insanity, if they were lucky. His brother had been lucky. He’d gone the other way. The Bakersville Burier. The moniker the press had given him was ridiculous, but he didn’t give a fuck. They helped him spread fear. Maybe fear would make these women reconsider their sins before he had to punish them. He stepped closer to her, and the ring he wore on a chain around his neck seemed to burn through his skin. It had been his wife’s, but she hadn’t deserved to take it with her. She should’ve needed him more than anyone, but she’d left him, just like his mother.
