Descent (Black Heart Romance presents Heaven & Hell)

dick on a plate for you to laugh at for ever thinking it could hurt you,” so instead, I simply told her I
would make that reminder go away.
And I did. I’m most proud of this accomplishment, to be honest. A trail of misfortune
mysteriously follows anyone who has wronged my Hallie, but Mark’s demise was the most layered,
which made it fun to plan.
The first stage was digging up infidelity. Mercifully, none of these fuckers are capable of keeping
their dicks in their pants, and that makes it much easier to ruin their lives.
When Mark’s live-in girlfriend discovered he had cheated on her, she took the kids and left.
Heartbroken by the loss of his family, it appears that poor, sad Mark yanked the stove out of the wall,
causing a gas leak in the kitchen. The whole thing was declared a suicide because the fire had been
set very deliberately—enthusiastically, even. In addition to the gas leak, he had doused the entire
kitchen in gasoline before starting the fire, then the poor fucker sat right there at the kitchen table and
watched while his whole house burned down around him.
That’s not how it really went down, of course. Arson earned that nickname for a reason—had it
changed legally, because he’s a crazy fucker, but it did begin with him being a very enthusiastic firestarter.
I wanted him for the job, didn’t care what it cost. Because he genuinely likes to set fires, I knew
he’d make sure it hurt.
I felt good about that one, but I can see Hallie doesn’t.
She’s pale and motionless, staring off at nothing, horror etched across her delicate features.
Oh, Charity. Why do you have to ruin everything?
The real problem is, now that she’s realizing I am definitely responsible for Mark’s death, it’s
much easier to believe I’m responsible for the other things.
Charity also presents an argument that I’m behind Lance being shot, but that was boring because
Hallie already knew. Even knowing that didn’t spread her doubt to cover the things I actually did do,
but Mark… Mark was too far.
Hallie doesn’t say anything to Charity, though, and Charity doesn’t know why.
I do. Hallie has figured out that I have cameras.
She doesn’t know where they are, and I know that because after she makes a very confused
Charity leave, she walks back to the living room and calls out like a beggar praying to a God they’re
not sure is listening, “If you hurt her, I will never forgive you.”
I suppose I am her god. Whatever happens in her life only happens because I command it.
Still, I love her and don’t want her to be upset.
I decide to end the work day early so I can go home and assure her that I won’t hurt her