The Ghost

45. I will protect my family.

Galaxy POV

Pain! That's what I need him to feel. If I can't make him feel all of that emotional pain that I went through, then I'll at least make him feel the physical pain I went through all those years away. His pain will be my key to happiness. I will make him pay!

Entering my "father's" room, I just stand there delighting in the moans of pain escaping through the gag shoved almost down his throat. I destroy his sense of foreboding as I shove a fork into his thigh.

"Now, I figured we'd try electrocution. After a good waterboarding of course." I add as an afterthought. I knock on the door forcefully, signaling to the woman I have posted on the other side to bring in my tools for this particular torture method. Once she places them where they will be easy for me to access quickly, she rushes out the door feeling the surge of rage flowing out of me.

The tank of ice cold water is right in front of his face so that I can keep him tied up, but still shove him in there. A small hand held taser, an electric shock machine with an adjustable voltage, and a setup for a car generator are all placed on a metal table.

To start it off, I shove his face into the water holding him down and keeping any oxygen from reaching his lungs for about 1 minute. His painful gasps for air make me smile in satisfaction, but it's not enough. He must suffer. Suffer like I did. So I grab the taser, pressing into his bare skin that is marred with scabs from the last day of me taking the betrayal out on him.

His screams of pain make me laugh, but I shove his head into the water while still shocking him. It only takes him two more trips into the water before he starts insulting me yet again with the basic words of bitch cunt and slut. I mean come on donkey shithead, can't he at least be creative when he wants to lose another finger. I mean seriously.

I grab the knife I keep on my back, dragging it ever so slowly over his finger making small whimpers escape from the back of his throat. I saw it off slowly with my dull blade making every centimeter of movement hurt twice as much.

His pain goes on for hours, but I force myself to leave his room as the sun rises, so that I can finish my planning for rescuing the others.

When I reach my office, I collapse in my chair. The days without my family catching up to me. I collapse my head into my arms as I feel my mind succumb to the thoughts I've been fighting off.

You're the reason she's dead. If you were better, stronger, smarter you could have saved her and everyone else already. You aren't good enough. You aren't doing enough. You shouldn't be so fucking weak. You are why your family is suffering! You are the cause of their pain. You deserve all this pain you fucking bitch. You deserve to be alone for all time. You shouldn't be alive! You cannot cause them pain any longer.

I guess I've settled it then, I will leave once my family has been rescued. Mark will get the company, and one of my sister's will take over for him with the mafia if he does not wish to stay. I cannot be the cause of their pain any longer.

I decide to write each of them a letter before I leave, so they can understand some of my reasoning at the very least. My leaving might cause them a bit of pain, but it will save them more in the future.

I will protect my family.

I sit there for a moment longer before turning to the plans Ruby managed to get from their hideout. Things got a lot more difficult when I lost one of my best friends to him.

Reviewing the plan one more time, I make some changes to it and call John in to make the finishing touches.

"I can't just fucking sit here redoing plans every five minutes. We need to rescue everyone. I can't handle leaving him there any longer, something bad is going to happen if we don't get there soon." John yells as he barges in.