Chapter 5 - Deborah.

"Our little doll."

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Cat looked at me, the moment; she heard me say her name. I could see the amusement in her eyes, the moment her eyes fell onto what I found. I could already imagine her saying 'Oh my! Oh my! Another victim?!'

Our sister-ship, bond, whatever was certainly stronger than all that other crap. I can tell you that for sure.

"Now what shall we do with you? Darlin'?" Cat cooed, giggling mischievously as her eyes twinkled. Bitch was now properly dressed in his usual attire, a suit as he sat in the drivers seat. "Tell me when you're done killing the whore, I'm ready to drive you psycho's back home."

He said, his voice being laced with boredom as he rested his arms on the steering wheel. "Will do, Pops." I shouted, over my shoulder, with a tint of sarcasm in my voice. "I wonder, oh. I wonder. Break every little bone in your body?" My sister asked, looking at the girl with an innocent look.

Behind that look, was my sister, itching to murder her in cold blood.

When she said those words, I already knew it was an option, not a question. The girl looked horrified at what we were saying. "Bath you in a pool of acid?" I added, going with the flow as I looked at the girl 'innocently'. Cat smirked at the question of mine.

"Or. We can put you in our own personal Room 101! As we torture you with our blades! We'll- " " - No!"

The girl screamed out, interrupting my sister. Which I must say, was a terrible bad move to do, love. "Say, sweetheart? What's your name?" Cat asked sickeningly sweet as she smiled 'sweetly' at the girl. The streets were empty, at this hour people would be asleep or clubbing.

However, did it matter? No, it certainly did not.

"D-D-Deborah miss!" Deborah said, in between stutters as she looked at us with those afraid icy blue eyes of hers. "Deborah, what a lovely name for a pretty girl..." The moment Cat said that, was the moment I gave a harsh pull at Deborah's hair, pulling her head back.

"Too bad your face will be unrecognizable when we're finished with you."

I whispered, darkly in her ear as I giggled. Before she could give any signs of protest, I slammed her head against the limousine door. Causing a loud bam and her to fall onto the pavement, unconscious as Cat would kick our dear friend Deborah in her gut. I opened the door of the limousine as with the help of my sister, we got Deborah into the backseat.

Soon, we sat on each side of her. "Bitch," Cat started off, "you know where to go." I said finishing my sister's sentence. Somehow, we have this interesting weird habit of finishing each other's sentences. Oh well, who gives a damn? We don't play by the rules anyway. Fuck the rules. We make our own ones.

"Your wish is my command ladies." He (Bitch) said, jokingly as he started the engine.

"Say Cat. Who was that guy who tried to ask you out?" I asked my sister, after fifteen minutes of silence, being utterly bored as I had nothing to do. "Guy?! Who is he?! Tell me his name, I'll fucking make him scream for hell if h- " Bitch warned with a nasty tone but Cat cut him off.

"I broke his heart. Stop going all yandere! Yandere-chan!" And with saying that, shut Bitch up. "I'm not 'Yandere-chan'!" I heard him mutter, quietly. It seems I was wrong, what my sister said didn't exactly shut him up. "Shut it, do your job, and we'll get along fine."

Cat snapped, as she scowled. I could already tell she was annoyed, as so was I. Only a little though.

"We there yet?" I asked, three minutes later. "Nope." Bitch replied; his eyes would be focused on the road. I tapped my two fingers, against my lap, copying the beat of a song I memorized back in the nightclub. "It's so quiet." Cat whispered as she peered through the window.

"True, I can't blame you for it. Although, it's pretty late, and that it's a late Sunday. Perhaps the teenagers retreated back into their bedroom quarters to perform the holy ceremony?" Bitch said, under his words I could sense a thick layer of amusement.

As far as I'm concerned, he had no shame every time he spoke. God, the holy ceremony? You've got to be kidding me! By now, I could guess I made a face out of pure disgust. "Bitch! I fucking swear, despite being what? Forty-five? You have the hormones/mindset of a damned teenager!"

Cat cried out, placing her hands on her neck as she made gagging sounds. "Forty-five?! Me?! I'm thirty-two!" Bitch snapped back, still driving. "Who gives a fuck?!" I shot back. "Now, are we there yet?" I said, quickly as I would be writhing to get rid of the topic. "Yes. We are, ma'am." Came the reply from our Butler.

"Good." Cat said. Butler Bitch would park the car, in an orderly manner as soon enough; the door to our limousine would open. I exited the vehicle, as my sister soon followed after me. "Since she's your whore, you have the honour of carrying her home!"

I snickered as I could Cat's voice say that to Bitch, in a bossy manner. He sighed softly. I would hear a faint "Yes ma'am." We live in a mansion. Cat went on ahead as she knocked on the door of the building, me behind her and Bitch being behind me, carrying Deborah le Whore over his shoulder.

We heard a loud clash, bang, boom. Before the door was opened by no one other then our clumsy as fuck, loud and proud servant, and helper in the kitchen, Adam. He had short, brown, spiky ruffled hair and a pair of hazel eyes. "Hey there guys! Welcome back!"

He said, more likely shouted as we three winced at the volume of his voice. "Geez thanks for the loud welcome." I heard Bitch mutter under his breath, sarcastically as Adam would only sigh. "Yeah yeah! Welcome back ladies. Is that better now?" He said, welcoming us back this time a little quieter.

We all nodded. "Good!" Adam opened the door for us wider, as he beckoned for us to enter. "Adam, two glasses of wine please." I ordered as I headed to the living room with Cat. I took off my blazer as my sister took off her trench coat, we handed our coats to Bitch the moment, he put Deborah down on the ground.

He took our jackets and ordered another servant to hang them up. I went and sat on one of the armchairs that were in front of the fireplace, as my sister took her seat on the armchair on my right. Waiting for our drinks to be served.

Once they were, I took a sip from my glass as Cat lazily held hers in her hand. "Bitch, do us a favour," I started off, "and do not disgrace us with your thoughts." Cat finished.

"Prepare our dear lovely guest for her stay here. In room 101." Catty said, smirking as she took a sip from her wine. "Or as we also call it." I whispered, watching the flames rise up and down as I took a sip from my glass. "Our own personal playground!"

We said in chorus, finishing each other's sentence at the same time. "Yes ma'am." We heard the reply; we chuckled.

Oh how it would be such a long night, a bloody, night full of the screams of the soon to be dead dolls.