The Enchanted Ones

Torture

Warning: abuse, blood, knives, guns, violence

Winslow

I feel like shit. Five layers of shampoo and I still feel dirty. I shake my head to clear my mind as I walk to the underground room I didn't even know existed. I notice Cassius outside and I frown, "You're guarding?"

"I'm waiting for you." He smiles and types a password on the device of the door. "Be careful." He whispers as I step in.

"Oh." I notice both Cameron and his dad. I'm so disgusted by both of them. Cameron is barely alive, full of blood, loosing six toes and his arm bones seem broken. I don't even gasp. I don't even try to feel bad. Instead, I walk to the only person that believes in me, never judges me and sees me for who I am, to take a gun and a knife from. His eyes fall to mine and the corner of his mouth twitches in a smirk.

"Do what you gotta do, love. I'm on your side. I've always been."

I nod at him, smiling big and I turn around with confidence.

"Both father and son I see." I lock eyes with them. I walk closer to Cameron and scan him to notice what Evetett did to him. I nod to myself and step back. I walk to Spencer and smile playfully, "Long time no see. Bet you didn't expect this?"

"Shut the fuck up you little -"

"Dare to finish that sentence and I'm going to take your son's eyeballs out and feed them to you." My eyes widen when I hear Everett from behind. I chuckle when Spencer shuts up and I stab a knife in his skin, dragging it around his throat, leaving a trace of blood. He grunts and shakes his body on the chair, trying to grab the knife and make me fall.

"You can't kill me. I'm the leader of the earth  community. You're going to regret this!" He chokes.

"You killed the wife of the water leader almost seventeen years ago. I don't think you regret it. Or... am I wrong? I think you're regretting it now?" I innocently blink at him, while I take the knife out. I untie his hand and grab it with so much force so he won't be able to do something. I smile and cutt off his finger.

Three gasps are heard. Spencer, Cameron and Everett.

"I am going to make you suffer just like how you made my mother do back then." I tell him through gritted teeth, "And I'm going to enjoy every second of it." I cut three other fingers, along with his ear.

"Fuck. No!" He screams. I don't know what's gotten I to me but all the fright, trauma and memories from that day, turn into anger.

"Call me a psychopath but I don't care. I'm going to make the little girl that watched her mother getting tortured and murdered in front of her proud. I'm going to make my four year old self get revenge and you're going to regret every finger you laid on my mom's body." I bring the knife up to his eye, getting closer by the second. "Do you remember what you told her that day?" I scratch his eyebrow.

"You told her not to make a sound, when you scratched her eyebrow." I make sure he hurts bad when I press the knife deep into his.

"You asked if she was home alone, while pressing the knife deep into her throat, making her gasp for air." I do the same.

"She answered no, yet I was on the staircase, watching you killing her. You slapped her once, twice, until her cheeks turned red, her eyes teary, her body trembling." I try not to let my anger turn into tears when I remember those terrifying moments.

"She stayed silent when you asked her where her husband is, so you stabbed her eye." I drag the knife from where his eyebrow is, to his bloody and now eye. "So before I do the same with you, tell me, does the name Enzo Presley ring a bell to you?"