AIDA
I circled the man, twisting my knife in my hand. My lips kicked up in a genuine smile - the first one in a while - as his pathetic whimpers filled the room.
"Please," he whispered, his voice breaking. I took sudden steps toward him. His face morphed into an ugly scowl as he started crying once more.
A god-awful smell filled my nostrils and I scrunched my face up, my eyes fitting dowanrd.
"Oh come on!" I said, not bothering to hide my disappointment. "Pissing yourself is supposed to come later," I whined, disappointed at my victim of choice.
I made a mental note to thank Nur for sending me all kinds of options and send her poor excuse of a husband a card to let him know I appreciated his kindness to share his empty apartment with me.
The man shuddered as he looked at my knife. "I'm sorry," he whimpered. "I'm so sorry please don't kill me!" He tilted his head back toward the ceiling as he continued crying.
I rolled my eyes, wiping my blood stained hands on my sweatpants. I crouched down to his level and took his chin in my hand, tilting his head so he'd look in my eyes.
"Why shouldn't I, hm?" I murmured, looking over his cut face, slowly letting my eyes drift down his almost not recognizable body.
He gulped. "We could-We could come to an agreement perhaps?" He looked hopeful for a moment and I wanted to laugh.
Men were pathetic.
This one in particular, was particularly disgusting to me because of what he'd been doing for the past fuck knows how many years of his life to stars know how many young, innocent souls.
I squatted in front of him, my eyes locking with his. He flinched, no doubt just now noticing how much of a crazy bitch I actually was.
"Did you give the little girls you kept in your basement an agreement?" I asked him, my tone venomous and angry.
His eyes widened and I looked down to see his poor excuse of a dick hardening in his pants. I reared my palm back and struck him across the face.
"That was one strike for thinking nasty things about those innocent souls," I murmured, pushing to my feet.
I walked to the desk I'd had delivered here and ran my fingers over the blades of the knives, the cold feeling of the steel beneath my fingers feeling safe.
"And what comes next," I told him, eyeing him over my shoulder, my fingers wrapping around the hilt of a knife. "Is for everything you've done to them."
I turned around and threw the knife in his direction, the sharp blade embedding itself into his leg. He screamed in pain, his body shaking with agony.
"Hurts doesn't it?" I grinned at him, the low lights probably making me look more sinister than I already did. "You know what hurts more?" I asked him, my hands already running over the blades to pick my next helper.
He whimpered a pathetic "No" and I felt anger coursing through me, my hands wrapping around two knives this time around.
I threw them at him over my shoulder and heard an earth-shattering scream leave him. I turned to look. One had struck him in the shoulder and one had joined the first in his leg. Lovely.
"What hurts more," I started slowly. "Is when a grown fucking man shoves his shameful excuse of a dick into a six year old's barely formed body."
He flinched at my words, his breath coming faster. I walked back to him and twisted the blades in his skin.
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Explosive ( Bloody Heirs #1 )
Romance~ Aida ~ My visions of love were destroyed at an early age by the very people who were supposed to set the standard. My positive view on life also gone down the drain when my twin sister gets taken by the rival family in the game. Years later they'r...
