Pressure

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Dior's POV-

My body was filled with rage. All the memories came back in the car and that fueled me. I'm so ready to gush his eyes out with my own two fingers. I'll set him on fucking fire. We'll see where this takes me.

I came down the stairs and into the long hallway checking all the rooms to see where he was put. He was already screaming for help.

"There's no use Aron, it's sound proof." I smiled walking in. "You fucking bitch. Let me go!" His voice was tired. He was sitting on a chair, his hair messy, in black dress pants and a white dress shirt, the first few buttons where ripped off. "You know I won't do that. You know what you did to me, and I hope you're ready because i'll rip you to pieces like you did. But this time.. your not getting out." He turned pale. I grabbed a knife and stabbed him on his side. He screamed, crying begging for help. I dragged the knife from his wound all the way to the center of his stomach. His screams gave me satisfaction. I was shaking with adrenaline, I was shaking with rage, satisfying didn't begin to describe what this was to me.

I took the knife out and plunged it into his thigh, the same place where he put his when he captured me. "How you feelin champ." . "please, please Maria, let me go." He sobbed in pain. "Don't fucking call me that." I punched his nose most likely breaking it. He yelled. I smiled at the pathetic cry, " I'm gonna gouge your fucking eyes out." And with that, I had an eye in my palm. He was screaming his heart out. Before you die on me Aron, I'm setting you on fire. That idea made me smile to myself. I grabbed the lighter fluid and drenched it all over him, making him scream more as it seeped into his cuts. "Please!" He screamed.

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Aries POV-

I walked down stairs from my office past the basement only to hear a lot of screaming. I opened the door and walked down to where the screaming was and opened the door silently. I see Maria, standing over a man who's eye was gouged out. She had a match box in her hand. She was covered in blood, her t-shirt damped in it. Her hands where shaking, she looked tired and the man in front of her was begging for his life, his head hung low. She lit the match and set him on fire, his screams echoing in the empty dim lit room. Jesus Christ. What did this man do. His body was shaking trying to get out of the situation and suddenly his screams came to a stop. She looked up at me. Rage filled eyes as the light from the burnt body illuminated her. Her hands where bloody and so was a part of her face.

"Let's get you cleaned up." I said. "I want to watch him burn." She looked back at the raging fire. I stepped to her, "Come on, he's gone and the fire won't last long." I offered my hand. She stood for a second, watching it and taking my hand. I led her out and told the guard outside to put it out and clean the room up. "Who was he?" I asked leading her into the up stairs bathroom. "Aron Chrant." She was stoned faced, no emotion on her face. She looked scary I must admit. I knew she did things like this, brutal killings, but seeing her do it put her into a new light. We reached the bathroom and I gave her a clean towel and turned on the water. "Make it cold." She said. Cold showers, interesting. "Sure." I shrugged. "Do you need anything else?" I asked. She shook her head no. "You can leave now." She was turned around taking her shirt off. I left and closed the door. Who the fuck even let her put him down there. And why is the burnt body of the 4th biggest mobster's son in my basement. Time for some investigations.

Dior's POV-

I was at peace finally, the cold water made me shiver as I washed the blood of my hands and face. I killed him. I killed the man who raped me and almost killed me. I want to call his father and I want to tell him myself that his sons ashes are now in a trash bag. I got out after sitting in the shower for a bit lost in thought. I put fresh clothes on and called his number.

"Hello." A voice said.

"Hello Mr.Chrant, I just wanted you to know that your son isn't coming home." and with that I hung up. Suffer Ashton, suffer like I did.

I walked down and made some tea, turned on the TV sitting down and drinking. This wasn't enough. I need a drink. I grabbed a bottle of tequila from the drink fridge and sat back down. Sipping slowly chasing it with my tea. I'm mostly a light weight, my head was already light after a few sips. Aries came down stairs shocked at the sight. "Hope I didn't grab something too expensive." I remarked taking another sip. He took the bottle from me. "Hey! What the fuck." He put it down and sat next to me. Moving his hand to mine, " Don't touch me right now." . "You mind telling me why you had a man in my basement and didn't tell me." I rolled my eyes. "You don't need to know anything." . "Actually I do. You put a man into our house, not telling me anything. What did he do." . You want to know everything don't you Aries.. , "He trapped me in his own basement, torturing me for weeks, raping me, carving me with knives. That's what he did Aries, I just wanted to bring him down before i killed him. Shooting him between the eyes was way to soft." Aries was quite and so was I. I wonder what he's thinking.