The Babysitter

16

𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗖𝗘
I was heartless and cold; I was born like that. But to add more to it, my dad used to teach me how to kill someone from age twelve. He used to force me to watch people dying in front of me, with blood flowing from their bodies. He even made me shoot a man when I was only 7 years old.

Part of me was scared in that moment, and part of me was okay with it. I used to watch action movies and loved them, and maybe for that reason, part of me was okay with seeing those scenes. I guess in every mafia, people do this. They train their children from a young age so they can be heartless when they grow up.

Just like me.

I like to torture people, to kill them see them in pain. For sure, I won't do that for no reason.

And exactly like now.

I was on my way to kill a young girl because of her boss. Well, he was a psycho pervert who rapes girls and buys them to work for him and to rape them. It's not her fault, but she crossed the line and broke into the house.

She looks like she's in her twenties, but who damn cares? I look at the beautiful sight in front of me, covered with blood and slashes that I painted with my knife.

"Tell me now, do you want me to cut your leg, or will you tell me how you got in here?" I play with the knife in my hand, which is still covered with her blood.

"It's not my fault! He forced me to come here! He wanted me to get the girl in the house." When the word 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 left her mouth, I stopped in my tracks.

"What girl?"

"I don't know her name. It's something like Tace -"

"𝑇𝑎𝑡𝑒?"

The name felt so foreign rolling out of my mouth.

"Yes," she breathes out.

"What the fuck was his plan?"

"No, you don't get to know that part. I won't say anything other than that." A smile formed on her face, and my smile grew bigger.

𝑇𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑢𝑛.

"Well, you chose this smart girl. Now, take the consequences while I cut your leg, take your eye, and then shoot you between your head and let the dogs eat your body. What do you think?" The words dropped with venom as they left my mouth.

Her eyes widened as she shook her head. I knew it. She was scared. Otherwise, she wouldn't have told me about Tate from the start.

"Continue then. What was the plan?"

"Fuck okay. He wanted me to kidnap her." She lets out a shriek when the chains land on her bruised back.

"Liar. I suggest you tell me the whole truth or you won't like the consequences."

"Fuck you." She spats.

"You wish darling. I would never let my cock inside you. Now fucking speak or I'll cut your tounge with razor blade."

A smirk played across my lips as I said those words.

She rolled her eyes and began speaking, but I was already annoyed and bored with her voice.

"He wanted me to come here as a poor homeless girl, with the plan that you would take me in and let me work as a maid. Then, I would gradually get close to Tate. After a few days, I would suggest she go shopping with me, and when we arrive, there will be a black SUV waiting for us. That's when we would kidnap her."

That fucker.

I was surprised she consoled quickly, but as I suspected, she was scared on the inside while projecting bravery on the outside.