Fatal Order

Part 4: Meaning of Death - 4

The time was 7:23 am, the following morning.

"Bgh-bffbff-fck! Wh-wh-bb-bh-bgb-bh!!"

The frustrated-sounding voice of Maria was muffled beneath a heavy cloth, which Violet had wrapped around her head after knocking her out a few moments prior beside her room.

She had brought her to a dark room around Cell Block B, and she seemed to want something from her.

She'd been tied up, and therefore could not move.

After she had walked a few more laps around Maria still struggling under the cloth, she yanked it off and greeted her in an incredibly passive-aggressive tone.

"Goooood morning, Maria! Rise and shine!" She exclaimed cheerfully as she threw the cloth aside.

"Ggh-!" Maria tutted. "The hell do you want, serial killer?"

She then slipped a knife out of her pocket and swiftly rested it against Maria's neck, threatening her, just like she'd done with Alex.

"What the-?" she questioned anxiously.

"Well, you're gonna not call me that, first of all," she demanded with a smile on her face.

"What- do you want...?" Maria asked again, sounding incredibly impatient this time.

"My desires are simple, really," she stated. "I want you to confess that you are the Black Widow in front of eveeeerybody, maybe after Fate's next announcement, yeah?"

"But- YOU'RE the Black Widow... ugh..." she sighed.

"I am. But, you annoyed me, and I won't let anybody get the upper hand on me, EVER."

"I'm not gonna lie to them... no matter what you do, you deranged bitch!"

Maria then spat furiously on Violet's face, to which she then smiled and wiped it away, as if she had been totally unbothered by it.

However, Maria didn't get lucky. Violet quickly shoved her hand against her mouth, and pressed the knife against her leg, slowly cutting the first layer of her skin.

Maria's muffled cries were bloodcurdling and filled with agony, but nobody except Violet could hear them.

"Does that feel nice, sweetheart?"

Violet kept staring into Maria's shakey eyes with a smile, as she kept slowly, forcefully, cutting up her skin, allowing deep, dark, smooth blood to flow out, dripping down her smooth legs.

Maria continued crying, and her begging for Violet to stop could barely be heard under her smooth hand which she'd firmly pressed against her mouth.

"Huh? Are you saying something?" Violet mockingly asked, as she grabbed a small cup from a table beside her, and placed it against her leg, allowing it to catch the blood as it fell.

Maria's incessant mumbling continued while Violet filled the cup more and more with her dark blood, deeply chuckling to herself as she reveled in her agony.

"It's never a good idea to disobey me, hun," Violet advised. "You may have me look a fool in the moment, but I always come back to retake control. Do you understand?"

Maria sounded as if she was trying to mumble a response, but Violet couldn't make out what she was saying.

And so, due to her impatience, Violet threw down the knife, held the cup to her mouth, and drank Maria's blood, spitting a portion back out onto her face.