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“There’s something I must tell,” Carmilla said, stroking the man’s chest. “A confession, if you like.”
No reply. She went on.
“All these years, I’ve never stopped thinking about you. I was so relieved when I found out you’d fled the castle before the Forgotten One broke free… so happy to think that there was still a chance that we’d meet again and… ah? what’s that you say?”
“Kill me,” the man whispered. Carmilla smiled fondly – how the words must have hurt his pride. And his bloodied throat.
“Hush, Friedrich,” she said, brushing her hand against his cheek. Wait – were those tears running down his face?
“Please, kill me, I beg of you, Carmilla–” he was sobbing in earnest now, crying like a baby.
Excellent.
“I will never, ever do that,” she said, her dead heart swelling with joy. “Oh no, I’ll keep you very much alive, Friedrich, so you can think” – she took his trembling hand in hers – “and remember each and every person that begged you for mercy.”
“Please, please,” the man screamed.
“Did you listen, Friedrich? Did you spare a single one of them?” She twisted one of his fingers, slowly – the sound of bones and tendons breaking like music to her ears. Frankenstein passed out.
“I guess not,” she said, and ripped his finger off.