Empress Of Wrath, Blood And Desire

Chapter 8: Freedom

Aurora Velasco (Sabrina) POV

"I will smile as blood drips from-"

My hand swiftly and unnoticeably grasps the fork without further thought and I ruthlessly heave it across the room with swift and vicious intent and into his heart like a knife to a target board.

That is where I precisely studied my aim to be.

It is such a shame I will not be able to fuck him as much as I desperately crave to, as my increasing hatred and disdain is more immense than my desire for his throbbing cock buried within me. Shame.

"-FUCK!" He wails in agony as his eyes quickly snap toward the bruise, and I smirk but wait no time as I charge from the seat toward the incoming soldiers with drawn weapons.

Let the party begin.

Grabbing the glass plate with the so-called meal, I hurl it at the first soldier's head, then slam my knee into his face before kicking him across the room like he's nothing more than a ball.

I snatch the second soldier by the throat, swiftly snapping his neck as I sprint for the kitchen exit. I don't waste a second looking back, my eyes fixed on what must be the main door.

"GET HER!" A menacing voice commands, and within moments, I hear the pounding of feet closing in behind me.

I push harder, gripping the doorknob and swinging it open with freedom burning in my mind.

Bursting through the door, I fly down the grand staircase, the shouts of soldiers and him- that bastard, echoing behind me.

God, I hope I never see him again.

As if luck itself had decided to favor me finally, a few butlers are just stepping out of a parked Mercedes Benz at the base of the stairs I am racing down. The door is already wide open, practically inviting me to escape.

Every instinct in my body surges with adrenaline as I dash past, snatching the keys from his hand before he even notices, and throw myself into the car, slamming the door behind me.

My breath is ragged, my heart hammering as I turn the key, the engine roaring to life. Just as I ducked, gunshot tears through the back window, shattering the front glass inches from my head.

Fucking hell!

I floor it, spinning the wheel into a sharp U-turn, tires screeching as I tear across the pavement, smoke curling up around me.

Shifting gears, I shoot forward, the car lurching toward freedom, but not before I catch a glimpse in the rearview mirror.

His eyes lock with mine dark, dangerous, and unyielding. He stands there, towering and unscathed, his massive arms hanging at his sides, blood dripping from his chest.

Seeing him makes me wish, more than ever, that I had used a knife.

He wouldn't be staring at me now.

Though my attempt failed, I can only hope he bleeds out and dies a slow, gruesome death.

Our eyes make four and we stare at each other with hard and deadly intensity.

See you in hell.

I speed into the distance as though it is a life-and-death situation. Which it basically is.

My eyes remain focused to where the massive gate is, soldiers emerging before it with their guns aimed and ready to take me out, the anticipation of the inevitable making me press my foot harder on the engine.

The vehicle brutally collides with the immense gate causing all the soldiers to jump to the sides to avoid being crushed.

The gates burst open like a pair of angel wings, jolting my body as I swerve hard, speeding down the road.