Marie may have been small like Daisy, but that didn’t make it any easier to carry her unconscious body up the stairs. By the time she reached the tub, her arms were shaking slightly from the strain. It had been quite some time since she had had to carry a body any distance. Daisy lifted her upper body and dumped the woman unceremoniously into the tub, not caring where her head slammed into the hard porcelain bottom. She had just decided to strap Marie’s wrists to the faucet with her belt when Joseph joined them. The thought suddenly occurred to her that not only had she never had anyone give audience to her taking care of a problem like this, she had never had Joseph watch before. That fact alone suddenly made everything seem much more important. Every move she made felt as though she was acting out a carefully practiced performance. All her attention had to be focused on Marie, even when Joseph made it hard for her to concentrate. There was no room for distractions or mistakes. This was her one shot to make things right or she would lose Joseph forever. That wouldn’t happen; that couldn’t happen. If Marie was the only thing standing in her way – the only thing that she could hurt and dispose of – then Daisy was more than ready to take care of her. She turned to Joseph. Her heart pounded as she leaned forward to kiss him and accept the knives he offered her. If there was any hesitation in her, it was only because she wasn’t sure if she was allowed to get so close to him just yet. She didn’t linger long, despite how much kissing him pulled at the lonely ache in her chest. Marie started to stir and whimper behind her; a wicked grin pulled at the corners of her mouth. “Time to go to work.”
Daisy laughed under her breath when Marie’s eyes opened wide with fear as she turned to her, knives in hand. It always amused her how other women overlooked or underestimated her because of her size or how ditzy she behaved; they always sang a different tune when she had a weapon in hand and madness in her eyes.