Consequences

Chapter 40: Betrayal

ARIANA'S POV:

That intimidating, sharp gaze of his eyes cut through me, again. His orbs were cold, stone, solemn and so were his expressions. There were no emotions or empathy in him anymore. His eyes revealed that he had turned into the brutal monster he was when he first took me to this torture room. I was horrified. I gaped at him, waiting for him to say something. The gut-wrenching silence made my heart throb. I was petrified because I knew that he'd show no mercy towards me anymore. I was his biggest enemy all along. I was the villain all along. It was just my eradicated memory that changed who I was. God knows if I'd turn into that devilish version of me now that I've remembered everything. And at this point, I wasn't just scared of him. I was frightened of myself as well.

Xander's cold eyes hid the betrayal and bummer that he felt after the revelation. I fed him with lies for days and even if I knew that I did all those to protect our relationship but the outcome of hiding the truth and telling lies could never be pleasant. But, it was too late when I realized that. He found out the truth in a really fucked up way and I regretted my decision to not tell him the truth earlier way too much. My stupidity allowed Desmond to manipulate Xander this perfectly. Now, there was no way to make things right. I wasn't just scared for us to fall apart anymore. I was scared for my life. I was scared of everything that Xander was capable of doing.

I was in such a state of shock and terror that even when I wanted to explain everything to him, I couldn't. My eyes were now watery because I knew nothing would work anymore. I was trying to hold back my tears but I couldn't stop them from rolling down my cheeks. I was palpitating with trepidation. Breathing seemed like a tough job for me at that moment. It felt like my nose was blocked and the only way of airflow was through my mouth. I was shuddering for breath.

Xander broke the quietude by questioning, "Do you know what I'm feared for, Ariana?"

I gulped hard. My mouth was dry. I was feeling cold yet I was profusely sweating. It felt like I was about to fall. The agitation was real.

"For my brutality," he reminded me in the most emotionless way known to mankind, "For being able to massacre ANYONE without any hesitation or regret. That's one of the reasons why people call me a cold blooded murderer."

My heart almost stopped beating when he walked towards the table crowded by tools for torturing and picked up a chainsaw. He walked back towards Jax's half dead body that laid on the floor and grabbed him by his hair and pulled him off the floor. Jax wasn't even able to stand straight. He was groaning and screaming in pain. He was bleeding from the wounds that were all over his body.

Xander looked at me again. But this time, he smiled at him. But it was not any ordinary heart warming smile. It lacked warmth and humor. It projected his malicious glee. It was a shallow smile with deep piercing eyes and evil mind. He looked like a psychopath. He placed the chainsaw in front of Jax's throat. Jax started screaming with consternation.

"See for yourself, princess, " he smirked at me and switched on the chainsaw.

It sawed through. Jax was screaming in terror and unimaginable pain. Blood started to shatter everywhere. Xander's face and clothes were covered in blood but neither did he twitch a bit nor did the maniac grin leave his face. As more of his throat was being cut, the scream heightened and became higher-pitched and less human. The scream started like the squealing of hog being butchered. His blood covered the walls behind them and even splashed towards me. Words couldn't describe how gruesome it was. I threw up right there. After almost a minute, the screams vanished. Jax's beheaded body fell to the floor but his head laid in Xander's hand. The blood from the beheaded body flowed towards my feet. I jumped with terror as Xander threw Jax's head towards me. I threw up as I looked at the chopped off head. For the first few seconds it seemed like he still had consciousness. But, later, his eyes stayed open in a glassy, vacant death stare. His mouth was partially open. He was dead. He was decapitated the most grisly way possible.