Stained Red by My Perfect Compliance

Summary

Three years in that facility had tamed me.

I was compliant. Docile. I did what I was told.

When my older sister, Camille, came to pick me up, she recoiled almost instantly.

“Still wearing that corpse-like expression, Ash? You will not bring that face home.”

I simply nodded, then bent down, picked up a shard of broken glass near my feet, and drew it across my own face.

Camille went instantly pale, staring at the fresh crimson bloom.

Back at the house, my adopted brother, Noah, cornered me, his eyes sharp with menace.