" I'm sor-"
"DON'T, JUST DON'T SAY IT. YOU DO NOT EVEN DESERVE TO SAY IT AFTER WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME! I BEGGED YOU, SCREAMED AND PLEAD, BUT YOU DIDN'T HEED MY WORDS. THEN WHY SHOULD I!"
I yelled with tears streaming down my face when witnessing m...
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Fuck how dare she! HOW DARE SHE SPIT ON ME!
Punch!
ON SUHAIL MEHRA!
Punch!
'She will see my wrath now! She will see someone who will torment her to the point that she will have no will power to live and she will be a living corpse.'
'But what did she do to deserve your wrath?' my conscience asked me.
'What do you mean what she did? She spat on me? And she is the daughter of that bastard!' I replied back to it.
'Pfft, are you even listening to yourself? She spat on you because you deserve it. And as for the relation with that bastard, if you have enemity with him, deal it with him, why are you bringing an innocent girl into this? Then what will be the difference between you and him?' my conscious mocked me back.
'I know what I am doing okay? And as for innocent oh please she is so not innocent! I read her biodata and history she is no pure maiden, in fact she is far more worse'
'Are you sure it is her?'
'What do you mean?'
'I just mean sometimes whatever the eyes see is not the truth'
'Whatever she is here for the sins commited by her parents so she will get it'
'Are you sure you won't regret it?'
'Never in this life'
And with that I delivered my last blow to the punching bag making it drop.
"Open it" I ordered my man to open the punching bag to witness my traitor inside all bloodied with having little to no consiciousness.
'Sweet, this is what I like'
"Pl- Please Master, forgive me." he begged with whatever voice he had left.
I scoffed at his plea, disgusted by the insincerity. Say it only when you mean it idiots!
I sqaut down to his level, grabbed his head and looked him in the eye.
"Mr.Parker, Mr.Parker, Mr.Parker, you are well aware that I don't tolerate traitors. Did you really believe that I handled my business like a bakery where a bad cake could be easily fixed? No, mister. I don't run my business that way. You double-crossed me while being aware of the repercussions of treachery. If you had been a devoted dog, you wouldn't currently be in danger of becoming paralysed."
"Derick pass me the injection!"
I administered a fatal dose of cyanide to him with a ruthless, calculating demeanour. I didn't want to take his life instead I am delighted in seeing the suffering of those who dared to cross me.
