Her Shadows

CHAPTER FORTY

AMELIA POV

"What do you know!" I yell over his whimpers.

"nothing! NOTHING I SWEAR!"

Another bloodcurdling scream follows my harsh slice along his abdomen.

I use the tip of the dripping knife to lift his chin from where it has collapsed against his chest in exhaustion. His head lifts only slightly, eyes swollen shut and scabs of blood and abuse so raw and brutal he is almost unrecognisable.

I grab his hair roughly and tug it back, a hiss escaping through his gritted teeth. I take one look at his pathetic face and drop it back onto his chest of raw and ribboned skin.

I re-grip my knife and, rolling my eyes, begin to pace slowly around his body. Like a panther surveying her prey. The slippery concrete floors slide against my boots as I revel in the wheezing breaths I hear gasp from my victim.

"See Ryan, I think you're lying to me," another scoff of my shoe, my knife whispering against the skin of his back of scars, the muscles beaten black and blue, "now do you want to know what I do with liars?"

"No no no, NO PLEASE. PLEASE! I swear I told you everything!"

As I round his body he tries to look into my eyes, as though trying to plead with some form of humanity in me.

But, and this is always my favourite part, it is the absolute breaking of spirit I see in his eyes as he looks into mine. And sees nothing. Not an ounce of life... only murder.

I crouch down, allowing a serpentine smile to stretch my cheeks.

"Oh Ryan, there is much more you can reveal to me. Let's discover it together, shall we?"

With that I stab my dagger straight through the muscle and bone of his thigh, the force jarring my arm.

Again, and again, and again.

Until the melody of his sweet screams and cries fill the air and answers finally bounce off the walls.

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I canter to Eugene's office, not daring to lift a single finger as I feel fresh blood drip through my hair and down my cheek.

Finally, I had fulfilled his mission. Gaining him every detail of the information he wanted on Parker those many moons ago.

Well, maybe not every detail.

As I reach his office door, I raise a single brow and tilt my head toward a servant and he starts to piss his pants in anticipation of assisting me and avoiding the same treatment as that poor man who's blood now paints my clothes. Not that the man didn't deserve it. Child rapist scum.

I suddenly want to revisit the chamber and spend more time breaking his bones, but alas, his corpse is already plastered to the mouldy floors.

The moment I step into his office, Eugene stands from his ornate chair, giving me a satisfied smile. Like a father proud of his daughter.

"Took you long enough, darling."

I gift him the only smile I will ever allow him to see on my face. One built of barbed wire and razor blades.

"Well, I always am one for the dramatic flair."

And as I pass over those files, of carefully cultivated information, I feel my final chest piece fall into place.

12 days until that Auction.

Then... checkmate.

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Ok this chapter was exceptionally short, sorry for that. But to be fair the last one was exceptionally long! So... balance

get ready people! It's 12 days to the auction. Things are spicing up!

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