These Wicked Games

Chapter 21

Something inside me clicks and I - AM - DONE. I'm so done with everyone and everything right now, I just want blood.

I want to make sure that these people pay for all the hurt they've caused.

Sophie Knox is officially gone, she's dead.

She died for the first time when her parents were killed all those years ago and then again every single time a body dropped tonight, to the last time when she watched Evie's body sink into these very dark waters.

All that's left is all that should've been this entire time.

I am Sophia Sovrano.

I am her and she is me, but I don't know this woman, and that thought alone scares me. She carries all the pain, the anger and the darkness I've held since the day I was born.

And I finally let her out to play.

I let her take over as I slowly dip down into the water and swim to shore. The sun is just starting to rise once my feet are able to touch the sandy floor. I remember when I was out on the terrace at my room, sipping on my coffee and hoping to catch this very sunrise. It is gorgeous but the thought of all the people that weren't able to see this adds to my solemn mood.

I quietly come up from the water and stare at the torch lit sandy shore that awaits me.

There is no more time for planning, I just know the faces I'm looking for and how badly I want them gone.

But I need to slow down and really think this through. I want them to suffer like they made my parents suffer. Worse even.

The many sides of me are in a battle of what to do.

I grip tightly onto my bag, as I venture closer to the large crowd awaiting my arrival. Telling that itch, to grab my gun and unload every single round into their heads, to calm itself.

It's not time yet, some wise words once told me.

I spot Merikh and Elodie dressed in their finest, masks perfectly in place, sitting on matching thrones and surrounded by a disgusting amount of food. Enough food to feed a village of people.

It's nice to see these one percenters enjoy their gluttonous meal while the rest of us were busy killing each other for a piece.

A piece of what, exactly? I ask myself.

There's nothing they could ever dangle in my face that I would ever want. Especially not after finding out the truth.

I don't give a fuck, I want no part of this. I am here to end this. To end them.

Alek, looking like perfection in his suit and devil mask, stands next to his father with his arms crossed, staring me down and I scoff at the sight. I mean, if looks could kill, I would've been dead the instant his eyes fell upon me. No one would ever know that not too long ago, he had me tied to the bed, covered in my own blood, playing the part of his little plaything.

But he's a lesser kind of evil, spawned from the real devil himself, his father. The whole reason why I'm even here today.

And there's Hayes. The true King, my King, off to the side with Madeleine, his mother and the rest of the board. When they realize I'm here, they all turn to face me, gasping at what I can only imagine is a frightful sight.

I'm far from the well put together woman I was several hours ago. My hands clenching my bag tight to my chest, heaving, dripping in water and blood. My dress is utterly destroyed, along with my heart and apparently, now my mind.

Hushed whispers surround me as I approach their thrones. I can feel the board members' stares while I hear huge cheers come from everyone else, but none of that registers.