Subcutaneous Magazine Issue 1 - Page 12

to him and he turned his head away in an attempt to impede her view of the tears as they fell. “I bet you never thought this would be the outcome. All it took was you underestimating the power of a little pup.” At this, he swung his head in her direction, contempt emanating from him as their eyes met. “Don’t bother, Tony. The world already thinks you’re dead. Killing you would mean absolutely nothing to anyone.” The hatred melted into a mild panic, and he whipped his head away once again. “That’s what I thought,” she continued, standing up. She cleaned the puppy drool off of his neck, tightened the ropes around his ankles and wrists, and checked the bandages from the play date they had earlier. “Even the devil doesn’t want his existence to end,” she whispered as she tucked him in. She pulled the light cord. “G’night, Tony. Sleep tight.” She walked out the door and closed it behind her.