Love, Eternal | ✔️

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✮' 𝐊𝐨𝐥 '✮

I've never been a fighter, sure I can handle my own but fighting? Always thought of it as a waste of my time, until now.

Anything involving her would never be a waste of time

My fist connects with his cheek, he stumbles back sadly catching himself. I would have loved to see him fall on his ass. In due time. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask innocently, already knowing my answer, he loved it but I want to play a game.

Every lie is another punch.

"Enjoy what?" Oh, tsk tsk. He wants to play dumb. "You know what, don't make me fucking repeat myself." Squinting my eyes I cross my arms across my chest and stand at the my full height. It's easy to act tough when your victim is so much smaller than you, smaller than you. I can only hope he feels a fraction of the fear he put into my Persephone.

I want to hear him scream and beg for mercy.

I take two steps towards him, he doesn't move from his place. "Come on, you can't be this stupid" he's testing my patience, my words seemed to have switched something within him. He looks over to the pool of blood. Her blood. I clench my jaw at the memories of finding her there. Balling my hands into fists as a sadistic smirk grows on his face as the sight.

"Oh, that. I enjoyed it yes. Should have kept going. Her screams were music to my ears. Little bit-" I don't let him finish that sentence as I throw another punch, effectively shutting him up.

"I fucking dare you to say that again" my voice cold, making sure to keep my face blank of any emotion. You don't know how to react if you can't read someone's face. His is full of anger.

"Oh, you must like her" he states

Nah I just knock on doors and beat up random old rich men.

I can't help but roll my eyes at his words, he's ten steps behind. "She's a whore" okay, he wanted to go there again. I crack my knuckles before grabbing his collar. "You're gonna regret ever laying a finger on her" I say maintaining eye contact, making sure he can tell just how serious I am.

Within the next second I pull my arm back punching him over and over. I know I won't be satisfied till I see blood. He can't fight back as I repeatedly hit his face silently glad I'm wearing my rings.

Something catches my eye, a few feet away from the puddle of blood. I reluctantly stop punching him to get a better look at it

Is that- A whip?

My mind goes back to the rips on her shirt and how blood seemed to seep from them, he used a whip on her?

Murder on my minddd

I shove him to the floor, rolling up my sleeves as I slowly walk towards the whip, picking it up I can't help but think of him using it on her. Once again all I see is red. "And here I thought you couldn't be any less of a man" I state, cracking the whip.

Turning on my heels, I see he's still on the floor. "Not so tough are we now?" A low chuckle escapes my lips. If only he could see just how weak he truly is.

Each step I take towards him I tauntingly crack the whip, I want to make him fear for his life. I want to hear him beg.