My Sweet Valentine by Dairenna VonRavenstone Read Free Book Online

pond of blood. She noted with some difficulty
that the man had not been behind her and the smell had been coming
from in front of her. She slid in the blood as she tried to get
back up. She managed only to fall twice more and stained her cloths
red.
    Finally she was
able to get to her knees and stare into the messy lake of red blood
before her. Her eyes adjusted to the dim light coming through the
window of the front door and she saw Greg’s still body crumbled
beneath her. He had broken her fall.
    Amber’s breath
hitched in her throat at that and her slick hands came up to cover
her mouth to prevent the shout of agony that was threatening to rip
from her throat. Greg’s eyes were unblinking, unseeing and starting
to glaze over. The wound on his throat was at an angle, starting
high on the right side, almost behind his ear and finishing so low
she was sure it would scrape against his left clavicle.
    Amber noticed
with stark precision that the wound was almost three inches deep in
the middle of his throat and the edges were ragged. The skin around
it was blotted with red as was the front of his tan suit and white
dress shirt. There was a forming bruise under his left eye and his
knuckles were split. Amber took comfort in knowing that he had
fought back.
    Something
crashed upstairs but Amber paid it no attention. She thought it was
important but could not remember why when she looked into her
husband’s dead eyes. She began crying then, thick tears sliding
down her face and making rivers through the blood there. She curled
in on herself and sobbed out her agony.
    Then a thick
hand slammed down on her shoulder and something with too much
weight to it knocked her over the head. Amber felt her eyes roll
back into her head and knew that she would not wake up from this.
She fell into Greg’s still chest and closed her eyes knowing that
she would at least be with her husband soon.
     
    Amber opened
her eyes to see her bathroom ceiling staring back at her. She
blinked in abject wonder at the simple fact that she had been able
to open her eyes. Heavy breathing came from beside her but for the
moment she did not want to turn her head.
    Pain trailed
along her right side, sharp and immediate and she tried to push
through the haze of her mind to figure out what was causing this
pain. Her side throbbed and she let out a little moan but did not
close her eyes. Finally she turned her head to the right and saw
the stranger lying right beside her with a grin on his face. She
screamed and tried to roll away but an ache erupting along her side
stopped her still.
    “ You’ll
pull out the stitches if you do that again,” the man whispered to
her and Amber noted that he had cleaned himself up.
    “ Stitches?” She stuttered in confusion.
    It was her head
that had been hit and there was no reason for her to have stitches
on her side. There was no reason for her not to be able to feel her
right arm. It should be squished under him but she did not feel the
pins and needles associated with it. The only thing she could feel
was pain that sung along every nerve on her right.
    “ I sewed
us together so we can never be apart,” the man explained with a
grin.
    Amber stared at
him for a long moment the implications of that statement settling
into her person. Her throat closed and her vision narrowed to two
little pinpricks of detail as her gaze shifted to stare at her own
body.
    Bile rose
strong in her throat as she looked at the stump that used to be
where her right arm was. It was joined with thick black thread to
the stump were his left arm had been. The precise stitches
continued all the way down her side, joining him to her, her to him
until they stopped two inches above her obscenely pink panties. She
noted a small dot of blood where a needle had entered her flesh at
her stomach and realized that he had put her under.
    “ Who,
why, oh God,” Amber tried to mutter out around the thick lump that
had settled in her throat.
    “ My name
is