Chapter 11: Shall We Play A Little Game?
"Nothing at all, brother," assured the fourth voice, his low voice made for sin. "The little Pet had asked for some clothes and I was kind enough to bring her some. It's not my fault that she doesn't appreciate the finer things in life. Maybe you should return her for a better model. After all, meat sacks are a dime a dozen in this day and age."
The sneer in the fourth's voice was enough for me to open up the zipper in Teddy's back as I gripped the handle of the knife I had stashed there. I knew that the voice didn't come with a body; I knew that there was nothing for me to hurt...
But at the same time, there was nothing I wanted more than to just stab him a few times to make him see the error of his ways.
Still hunched over, I forced myself to calm down.
"Hey, Little Bit," murmured Greed and I could feel his arms around my body as if acting like a shield between me and everyone else. I didn't bother to try and look through his eyes. Since I was the only one in this room with a body, well, besides Teddy, I knew exactly what Greed was looking at.
And I didn't need to see just how messed up my body was.
"Lust is an asshole," Greed continued to purr. "Just ignore him; we all do."
The fourth voice let out a snort as Greed continued to soothe me.
"Is she really crying?" demanded Lust, his voice coming from right in front of my face. "Is she really that weak that someone not liking her is enough to make the poor baby cry?"