Blood. Blood everywhere. The snapped chain; the blood-stained cross. He had to have pulled a little too hard; she had to have lost it a little.
Breath. She took one. And then another. Swirling her finger in the pool of red, she glanced at the mini doll-like creature who had just stepped through the portal.
“Mistress, the preparations are ready.”
“Good.” She licked her finger clean. Delicious. “I have missed home.”
Monster. The devil’s child. She would be returning to Daddy and no one could stop her.
Written in response to Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie’s Writing Prompt #151 “Collage 19”