The Long Lost Mafia Princess

Chapter 59

We walked downstairs and then came to a few hallways full of doors which would lead us to cells all around us.

We walked further to the back until we reached the end where there was a big couple of doors.

Dad scanned his hand and typed in a code before it unlocked.

Dad walked in first with me again trailing behind him.

Walking in, I was met with a lot of people who have participated in hurting me, tied to the ground with cuffs being tied to their hands.

Most where asleep but they all woke up by the commotion of us walking in.

They were beat up and covered in blood, if it was their own of from the others I didn't know.

They were dirty, full of mud, trash,...

But I didn't feel any remorse towards them or feel scared.

It-...it felt good seeing them like this.

And I know how weird and crazy it sounds but it genuinely felt good seeing them at our-my mercy.

They looked at the rest fearfully, but when they saw me they started smirking.

"Valentina" one of them spit out in a raspy voice, probably from not having talked in a while.

I didn't lower my head or follow any of the rules.

I held up my chin and looked at them with a cold face. 

"Untie us" another one tried to command me.

"No" I spoke.

"No?"

"No"

"I swear to god girl, untie us know or you won't know what'll happen when we get our hands on you again." The woman who sniffed up the drugs in my flashback said.

I just gave her a small smile, "You'll never lay a hand on me again." I warned.

"Keep dreaming girl" The man who took the tracker in my flashback said.

"I still remember last time I saw you, do you? I'll tell you anyway. We tied to a table, and then drugged you a little to make it more fun. I can still remember you screaming and begging, crying for mercy while we just kept going. Gently carving and burning your skin, after that hanging you to the ceiling. Remember when we all repeatedly whipped you with belts, metal poles and so much more, all that blood leaving your body. Just hearing you scream and scream in pain, the most beautiful sound ever. How we always left you after a session, on the bridge of dead, ah good times, good times. The fear in your eyes and face when you saw us, knowing what would happen. You immediately lowering your head, only talking when spoken too, obeying, listening,... you changed, it's not a good look on you, I'll-we'll love punishing you for that. Bad girls diserve punishment don't they. If you come here and untie us, then the punishment will be a little less painful, aren't we generous guys?" The woman spoke again, some agrees were heard from the other pieces of trash who were tied to the ground.

My blood was boiling at this point, one more thing and I'm going off.

I walked closer to her, lowering down to her level.

"Ah, good choice, always obeying making sure it will be less painful huh slut."

I looked her in the eyes before spitting in her face. "Fuck.you" I spat.

She didn't like that, of course she didn't.

Right after doing that I was met with a punch to my face, that was when I went over the edge.

All this anger that has been on me for all of these years came loose.

All this bottling up became too much.

My past, they did that to me.

They hurt me, tortured me for years on end.

I let everything go as I jumped on her.

I started blowing punches to her face, torso, every place I could reach.

Blow

After

Blow

After

Blow

I let go, all the anger I let go

"You tortured me for years!" I yelled.

"You made me hurt so fucking much!"

"I fucking hate you."

"I hate you!!"

"I fucking hate you!!" I screamed sending blows to her face.

"You beat me for years, I was a fucking little kid!! How can you beat an 8 year old?! How could YOU!!"

"You're a fucking monster!!!" I kept hitting her, kept punching her.

I was blinded by the anger, but god it made me feel good.

My hand were full of her blood, but also mine.

I heard some cracks here and there, but I could care less.

"I was helpless, alone, hurt and you just kept going and going and GOING!!"

"WHY!!" I screamed in her face.

Some tears were falling from my face from what I didn't know

The anger?

Remembering my past?

I didn't know, but I didn't stop.

"How could you" I said in a broken whisper as I stopped punching.

She was barely conscious, but looked terrified of me.

I took out my knife and held it to her.

"How do you now feel huh?

Lying here, tied up and helpless.

I can kill you if I want,

And I should, shouldn't I.

Maybe I should torture you, like you did to me for years, kill you or maybe even do nothing at all.

But you,..you'll never know until the time comes, just like with me.

But I'll let you know this, you will die here, and I'll make sure of it, I'll make sure that you will never know when the end will come.

You can die today, tomorrow, in a year? You'll be terrified and be scared and alone just waiting until it all ends."

I took my gun out placing it right between her eyebrows.

Tears were streaming down her face.

"I remember everything, I remember when you held a gun to me just like this. You had me tied down and held a gun to me while carving and burning my skin, I couldn't make a noise remember. If I did you would shoot wouldn't you, and you did. You shot me in my stomach remember when I let out a cry of pain while you held a blown torcher on me, but I couldn't make a noise so you shot me as a warning if I did it again you would shoot me right here." I spat out at I pressed my gun on her temple.

"You're a monster" I spat.

"You're a disgusting piece of shit and you-..you don't deserve to live"

"But I should be thankful shouldn't I, because without you or y'all other dumb friends of them, I wouldn't know the horrors of the world. But I do know them, I've experienced them in first place itself. And I'm glad that I know them, I'm so glad that I know them and you know why? Because I'm going to kill you all and everyone else who treads children like that, who hits and burns children for fun. Your sick and you're a monster and those kind of monsters shouldn't be alive for that." I said as I gave her a little smile still holding her at gunpoint.

I stood up and turned to my family who looked at me in chock but their was pride shown in their features.

I looked at dad who gave me a little nod.

That was all I needed, I turned back to the woman and —

—BANG