Falling [ 𝓚.𝓥 ]

"𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞"

𝓐𝓵𝓮𝔁𝓪𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓟𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓽 𝓞𝓯 𝓿𝓲𝓮𝔀:

I was convinced my plans for that night was to have the barrel of my gun in contact with Romero's head, but apparently I had more to do. Words7 couldn't describe how grateful I was when I first received the call from Marina- it wasn't just the fact that I would be killed by her father if anything happened to me, but I genuinely cared about her which fucked with me in the head more times than I was comfortable sharing. I gripped my gun tighter, raging at the thought of what that mother fucker did. My plans for then would never have changed regardless of whether the sick cunt did it to Marina or another woman. I kicked the main door down, feeling like my vein was ready to pop at any second.
"You got 3 seconds to give yourself up" I shouted into the hallway, as I checked every room.
Silence.
I opened the door at the end of the hallway, to reveal a bedroom with questionable choices of magazines, photos and a semi naked man sleeping on a messed up bed. I clenched my jaw before swinging my fist to meet his jaw, resulting in him waking up to spit out blood.
"What the-" he started.
I cut him off again with another punch, still not satisfied even after the splutters of blood he coughed up, and the bruises left on his face.
"Fucking raping scum" I spat, followed with another punch.
My knuckles were covered in his own blood, but I couldn't give a shit.
I grabbed the nearest bottle of alcohol, and smashed the beer bottle on his head, earning a scream of pain from him.
"I'll call the police!" He shouted in-between tears and screams.
I continued punching him, anger, resent and disgust overtook my body.
"How are you gonna do that when you're dead?" I asked lowly, with a smirk.
I pulled my gun out, where only one out of the five Chambers had a bullet inside.
The bastard raised his hands up in surrender, like it would have made me give a shit.
"Have you heard of Russian Roulette?" I smirked knowingly.
I watched as the man's eyes began to slowly widen, before he gave me a nod.
"Then you know how it goes. If you can convince me why I shouldn't kill you before the bullet then you stay alive. If you don't, then.." I gave a shrug and smiled while having my gun still facing him.
The dickhead began to fucking stutter.
"W-well I have an elderly mother" he began.
"Once we throw your body into a lake, we'll send her a €100,000 cheque" I proposed, as I pulled the trigger, except there was no bullet.
The pussy rushed to close his eyes, and was visibly going red, though I couldn't tell the difference between his blood and actual face.
"I can explain to the girl that I didn't know she said to stop" he suggested, top confidentially for my liking.
I kissed my teeth and nodded in disproval.
"No means no, and if you're going to fuck a girl why not check how she is? Instead of blindly fucking raping her" I spat.
I pulled the trigger again, no bullet.
"No please don't kill me! How much money do you want?!" The man questioned in desperation.
At this point, I was amused.
"I believe the value of your entire bloodline and your next few family generations' combined won't add up to what I make in 1 month.
I pulled the trigger again, no bullet.
"You're on thin ice" I yawned.
I could see the dickhead's lips trembling.
"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, while my finger was comfortably placed on the trigger.
"Enjoy what?" He asked quietly, not meeting my eye.
"Fucking her, or raping her most realistically" I spat with the most resent in my voice.
"I-" he started.
I pulled the trigger again, only this time the bullet landed straight in between his eyebrows. I watched as his lifeless body fell to the floor, blood stained my hands, but I was proud of it. Forensics could mask it as a suicide, I thought to myself.

I left the house to find an anxious Marina pacing back and forth. When she finally became conscious of my approachment, she quickly rushed to me.
"I heard 4 bullets, Alexander" she squeezed her eyes shut, in attempts to calm herself down.
I hated seeing her anxious when I knew I couldn't do anything about it to fix it for her. I pulled her in for a side hug, being careful not to get the blood from my hands onto her coat.
"We played a game" I mumbled as I lead her to the car.
"What game?" She asked with concern, fighting to stay awake.
"A game I never lose" I stated, as I helped her onto the passenger seat next to me. Soon enough, we were slowly driving back.
"It hurts everywhere" I heard her mutter with her eyes closed.
I hated seeing her hurt, I would kill every man on this earth with my own hand to make her feel better, even if it meant killing myself.
"What can I do for you, Muñeca?" I practically asked with desperation.
"What does that mean?" She asked, changing the subject.
"You'll learn soon, Muñeca" I gave a half hearted smile as she playfully punched me. We stayed silent for a few minutes.
"I don't want to marry him" she whispered as she looked out the window. I noticed she was fidgeting with her fingers.
I cautiously moved one of her hands away from the other, to calm her down a bit.
"It's 2 years most, or even less. If you want it over, you tell me and consider it done" I explained, surprised at the fact she didn't move her hand that was relatively close to mine, as I was using one hand on the steering wheel.
I was waiting for a response, when I realised she fell asleep. Hesitantly, I used one hand to rest her head on my arm so she wouldn't hurt her neck. I tensed at first- I didn't like the idea of too much touch. But I eventually began to relax.