Emilia

45: Emilia

-Vincent-

I slammed the metal door shut, watching as my father jolted in his position. His head snapped up from its slumped state as he looked around the room, failing to get a glimpse of who walked in as the black bag placed over his head blocked his vision. He tugged against his restraints, trying to break free as he muffled out words.

I walked over towards him, snatching the bag off of his head as he blinked profusely, adjusting his eyes to the bright lighting in the room. His jaw clenched as he stared up at me with the dirty rag inside of his mouth. I snatched it from his mouth as I tossed it to the floor while listening to him cough.

"You know, you look upset with me. This wouldn't have anything to do with what I did to your-" I hit him hard in the face, his head snapping to the side as I clenched my jaw. I was trying my best to not let him get under my skin.

He spit out a bit of blood onto the floor as he let out a small chuckle while I walked over towards the cart that rest inside of the room, trying to decided if I wanted to use a gun or a knife.

"You know, it really is a shame that she survived. I figured Mario would have finished the job for me, but it appears that he was more of a disappointment than you are." He said from behind me, and I turned around, walking over towards him as I twirled the knife between my fingers.

"Why so silent, boy? You haven't spoken a word-" he let out a loud roar of pain, balling up his right fist as I stabbed the knife straight through his left hand. His eyes darkened as he looked up at me, his chest rising and falling quickly as I gripped his hair in my hand, burning my eyes into his.

"Shut your fucking mouth." I grit, grasping his hair even tighter as he winced.

"You know, from the way you're looking at me, I can tell that you want to kill me, so just do it. Stop being the fucking pussy you've always been and just kill me already." He growled, gritting his teeth as I twisted the knife inside of his hand while my eyes never left his.

"You're right. I do want to kill you, but you and I both know that you don't deserve that kind of generosity. You deserve to suffer like how you've made everybody else in your life suffer. If I killed you, I would only be doing you a favor." I spat into his ear, shoving his head back as I ripped the knife out before jamming it into his other hand.

I watched him as he yelled louder than he did the last time. He struggled in his chair, breathing a bit harder as blood leaked from his hands. He sprawled out his fingers, staring at his hand before he screwed his eyes shut while shouting in pain.

"You almost killed her!" I seethed angrily, hitting him in the face, his head snapping to the side before I let him recover just so that I could hit him again.

"You sent her back to a place where she almost died!" I shouted, hitting him over and over again as his head repeatedly connected with my fist.

"Because of you, I can barely even touch her without her thinking that I'm going to fucking hurt her every damn time!" I growled, losing a hold of myself as the left side of his face became unrecognizable from all the blood that my fist had drawn.

Gathering myself together, I took in deep breaths as I forced myself to pull away from him. I wanted to see him dead, but not yet. A quick death would be too kind for a bastard like him.