Perfectly broken

Chapter 26

Dante's pov:

I cross my arms over my chest and I lean over the frame of the door of the small room. This is where I usually deal with men that piss me off, except this time I am not the one doing the torturing part because apparently Anastasia is taking care of it. I carefully watch her moves. She walks across the room with extreme confidence. I will lie if I say that I am not excited to see what she is going to do.

The man is tied to a chair in the middle of the room. When I got here, he was yelling at her, at my wife. God he even raised his hand in intention to slap her. It took me all the self-control not to put him right that moment six feet under the ground. I would have never shown sympathy for him. But, I trust Anastasia to do the right thing.

I focus my attention on her again. She takes a knife and she heads to him. Playing with knifes seems to be her field of speciality.

She stands in front of him having her back to me.
«You were insulting a woman with no shame. You were yelling at her. My question here is what gave you the damn audacity to do such a thing ? Let me guess." She turns in cirles around him while turning the knife between her fingers. "Your masculinity ? Your power ? The fact that you are a man and she is a woman ?»

She stops again in front of him. She leans over and she brings the knife to his face. « I think I should ruin that face of you, so that any other woman won't even look at you. »

She's so fucking good at this. I can watch her do this for hours and I won't lass.

I was angry with her earlier because she got out of the house. Not necause she did the exact opposite of what I told her but because I cared about her safety. Anything could have happened to her. But seeing her doing this now. Damn. Every other man around her should be terrified of her not the other way around.

« I am not going to do it again Don. I promise.» He says to me.

«I am not the one in charge with this. You have to deal with her directly.» I say.

He shifts his attention to Anastasia again.

« What garentees it? What tells me that you are not going to do it again and again and again? » She asks.

"I promise I won't. Just let me go."

Anastasia doesn't show the slightest bit if sympathy towards him. She ignores what he said and she heads for the equipment box only to get a a bigger knife this time.

To have a better view to what she going to do, I enter the room and I lean over the wall.

«Actually, I have a pretty good idea. » She stands in front of him again. Suddenly, she raises the knife and she brings it down immediately, cutting two of his fingers on the process.

Holy fucking shit.

The man screams in pain. Blood runs from his fingers and reaches the floor. Anastasia on the other hand doesn't even flinch. She just looks at him with eyes fulls of anger.

"Now I am one hundred percent sure that you won't ever lay a finger on another woman." She lowers her herself so that she is at the same eye level with him. "Look at me." But he doesn't comply. "Fucking look at me." She yells making him instantly obey to her. "Do it again and you're a dead man. Next time, you can't run from me. I will kill you myself and I won't show mercy on you. I will keep a close eye on you. Don't ever underestimate me or amy other woman."

By now he must have lost a lot of blood because his head falls and his eyes begin to shut.

"Now listen to me before you loose consciousness. You are going to divorce your wife and you are going to let ger live her life the way she deserves. And, from now on, you will stay the hell out of every woman's way."