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"Smells fuckin' de-licious, sweetness. Mmm-Mm-Mmm." He sticks his finger in the cake and collects a generous amount of icing. You slap his shoulder and the both of you laugh as he shoves it in his mouth for a taste. You don't have to look at Grace to see how annoyed she is. She knows it too, you think. She knows that she is nothing, but a cheap whore compared to you.
"Also made your favorite, Leland, greenbean casserole."
"Fuck yeah, baby. Wit' the mushrooms and the crackers? They better be in 'der."
"Yes, Leland..." You playfully roll your eyes, "Definitely with the mushrooms and the crackers." You smirk, you aren't even thinking about Grace anymore. You just feel so warm when Leland is happy. You love to make him happy.
"You lucky bastard. I wish my wife would make me greenbean casserole." Says Jacob, one of the two other men that had been following Leland around. He was a young recruit at the Sheriff's Department. Leland took him under his wing. The reality of the situation was that Jacob wanted to be like Leland. Jacob would do anything for Leland. Jacob was obsessed with Leland. Jacob was also a pawn. At the end of the day, Jacob was only an accessory for use toward Leland's goal and nothing more. The more loyal the people that surrounded Leland, the better.
"Well ya' see, boy. You two is still young. It's up to us men to train our wives, teach'em right. That jus' happens overtime." He cupped the nape of your neck in an affectionate gesture. "Ain't that right, babygirl?" You lean your weight into his side, his arm encircles your shoulders and now you are pinned to his chest.
"More right than ever."
"Now, don't get me wrong. Ev'ry now and 'gain, I loosen the reins a bit." He pulls his cigarette from his mouth and blows. "Kind o' fun lettin'em run all wild and naughty if ya' catch my drift, gentlemen." Leland's cackle is contagious and soon the men are laughing. Grace crosses her arms and tears herself from Phil.
"Some wives don't need to be trained. Right, Phil?" Grace jabs her elbow into Phil's side and the man's laughter stops. He has a tendancy to let his wife drag him around. Grace tells him what to do and he listens like an obedient puppy. When the both of them first arrived, you answered the door with a not too welcoming grimace on your lips. Leland whispered in your ear, What a fuckin' pansy. You were half surprised he didn't kick Phil and Grace out, until you realized that Leland had been the one to invite them to begin with.
"Oh absolutely, honey. You're perfect in every way." Phil mumbles out, Leland scoffs at your side, taking another drag of his cigarette before looking back at Jacob.
"Anyways, boy, you'll get the hang o'it. I myself wouldn't be opposed to givin' ya' some advice."
"I would really appreciate it, Sir! Thank you!" Jacob replies all to quickly, but Leland is anything but aggravated by this. He appreciate the devotion, the servitude, the desperation. These are the kind of things he wishes to see in you.
"Honey," Leland is talking to you again, head tilted to where his cheek scruff is rubbing against yours. "You check in on Justice, yet?" The other begin talking to eachother. Mainly Jacob, Phil, and the other man are carrying conversation. Grace is stuck in silence, watching the scene before her with envy.
"Yes." You squeeze his hand on your waist. "She is doing well. Mrs. Garrison just put her to bed." You can see the concern in his furrowed brow, despite him trying so hard to hide it. This would be the first time that either of you sought out a sitter for the night. You knew the moment you offered up the idea that Leland would be apprehensive. "If we ever need to check on her, she's just next door." You turn enough in his arms to place your palms on his chest. "It will be okay."
"I know that." He firmly asserts, hovering down to whisper in your ear. "But by fuckin' god," He husks out, "If anything happens to that girl, I'm gon' kill everyone in this town and then myself." You snort, to the average person that statement would have given them chills, to you, you find it adorable. You flatten out the creases on his shirt.
"What about me?"
"Well, I can't kill you, sweetness. You know that." He so casually states, then shrugs. "Now if anything happens to you, I'd just about destroy this entire fuckin' world." He is grinning when you pull away.
"You're such a sweetheart." You laugh out loud, pretending he whispered something soft in your ear. When really he is talking about mass murder and your sick ass loves every second of it.
You just keep getting more and more demented. You didn't think he could get any worse, but Leland surfaces something inside you that is downright evil.
You are talking the kind of evil that involves killing a person, chopping them into pieces and sticking them in the ground. Leland and you have done that too.
You helped him bury a body not even a few days nights ago. The both of you came home, covered in blood and dirt, but you were smirking like fools. One thing leading to another and soon, Leland is fucking you in the shower, fucking you into bed, fucking you into the next morning.
"Sweetness, why don' you come enjoy the festivities? Party's fuckin' borin' without you."