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36 - The One That Got Away

FRANCIS'S POV

I wake up feeling miserable.

Not wanting to get up, ever, I lay there waiting for someone to make me get up, anyone but her...

My phone starts to ring in my ear, and I groan, having to roll over to answer whatever idiot was calling me this early. I didn't even look at the Caller ID.

"Why are you calling me this early." I snap and there's faint shouting in the background.

"It's 12 pm, man" a voice chuckles from the other side and I grunt, feeling even more reluctant to get out of bed.

"What is it, Stefano?" I utter and it sounds like he says something to a screamer in the back and then answers my question.

"Well, I currently have your not-so-secret admirer in the basement, and she will not shut. up. about you, so can you come downstairs already?" he whines, and I immediately hang up the call and put on my bloody attire, not wanting to dress up for a bitch like her.

As I walk down the hallway, I'm greeted by all my workers still glancing over at me in disgust and all I could do was ignore them. I sped to the basement and as soon as I was downstairs, I was greeted by her high-pitched annoying screams.

"LET ME SEE HIM!" her shrill voice screamed. I fulfilled her wish, I slammed the door open, and her face of aggravation was replaced with lust.

She was tied to an old chair with rusted chains tied around her, cutting into her skin and her skin was already a bruised red from some of Stefano's tricks.

My eyes trailed to her neck, it was trailed with... hickies.

I shudder at the thought of that night and her smile widens as I step closer to her. I look over to Stefano. "Give me a carving knife," I demand and he nods silently, handing it over.

Pulling up a chair to her, she smiles at me and leans over to get closer to me. "Did you miss me, baby?" she whines, and I flinch at the pet name.

"Don't call me that," I say and lean over to her, wanting to get this over with. "I'll be the one asking you questions."

"Ask me anything!" she says, too happy for my liking.

"Why did you get close to her?" I asked, expressionless and hover the knife over her bruised skin.

"You mean that whor-" she starts but I cut her off as I push the knife into her skin harshly, my teeth gritted with anger, but my body relaxes at the shrill pain in her screams.

The blood leaked from her neck and stained her skin as it drooled down her body.
What a wonderful sight.

"Don't you ever call her that," I demand as I guide my knife under and then out of her neck again, the bit of skin joining the floor with the many more and she finally becomes quiet.
"Why?" I asked again calmly, and I could see the psychotics in her eyes.

"Because I love you!" she yelled, her smile becoming only wider.
"The only reason I got closer to her is because of you! I even tried to get her killed with that nobody for you! Because we're supposed to be together-" once again she was cut short as my knife plunged into her skin, cutting out another part of her bruised skin. Her screams of pain only became louder.

"You're the one that sent Aaron after Valentina." I asked, sounding more like a statement but she didn't reply, instead sickly smiled at me.
"Why are you admitting all of this?" I demand, grabbing her neck, not tight enough to chock her.