Inferno desires

38

Xavier's POV:

Violence.

I remember yelling at my father how, telling him how I didn't want to be a part of this life, yet here I am. Happy that I will soon be taking the life of a person. An evil person. A person who hurt my Nova.

Ayla had Ezra tied to a chair in the underground den the Red Dragons had built, with barbed wire around his wrist, and ankles. She was not talking which meant that she was right now thinking about all the ways to torture him.

"Please, I have a daughter. Please, I'm begging you. Fuck, Xavier we are family!" He says panicked.

"We are not family," I glare.

"Xavier please," he begs. "M-my daughter—."

"Your daughter what? Killing you would do her a service since you are a danger to women. You raped my wife. You fucking raped her!" I shout, stabbing my dagger into his thigh.

"I-I... I'm sorry," he cries. "I just want to see my daughter."

"How do I know you won't do that to other woman? How would you feel if some shit like that happened to your daughter!"

"I shouldn't of d-done i-it. I'm s-sorry, I s-swear," he cries.

"You're sorry," scoffs Ayla. "You are sorry," she mutters, flickering the match. "Well sorry doesn't cut it Ezra," she states, facing him with a cold glare.

Her bright blue eyes were now a dark sapphire that didn't have a twinkle in them. Mine probably looked matte, and dead. I just want to see him take his last breath.

"Now I'm being very generous here. I'll let you choose how you die. Option a) being burned to death, option b) cutting you till you bleed out, or option c) I cut your eyes, tongue, fingers, and toes off before throwing you out into the woods. What will it be Mr. DeVante."

"No. Please, I'm begging you. I promise I will never do anything like that ever again. I just- I thought she was my wife. Fuck she l-looks so much like her. I'm s-so sorry! Please, I'm begging you!"

Ayla then chucks a knife inches away from his head, taking a slice at his ear.

"Shut the fuck up! Your wife is dead! She's dead, and now you'll never see her again because when you die you're going straight to the pits of fucking hell! Ezra don't use her death as a reason to why raping an innocent woman is okay!"

"I'm not, I just... I-I miss her so much. I t-thought—"

"Shut up," I state coldly, twisting the knife that was in his leg. "I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses."

Ayla had enough, so she lit up a match and shoved it into the side of the man's neck. The sizzling noise it made was just awful. As well as the smell of burning flesh. His scream however was beautiful. I wanted to hear this bastard in pain.

"Die you fucking bitch," states Ayla coldly before shoving a knife through head.

I didn't even realize she had a knife with her, since all I saw was the lighter and match. She then brings the knife back out of his head before dropping it to the ground, and taking off her gloves.

"Stupid fucker," she mutters.

"Ayla."

"I hate men like that."

"Ayla."

"Made me dirty my kni—"

"Ayla!"

"What!" She says, not looking at me.