Chapter 43

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The guilt I was feeling right now was overwhelming me. I haven't stopped crying ever since they left the room, it took a lot of willpower to force myself to take in some much-needed oxygen.

My mom's body still lays on the ground in front of me, her lifeless eyes staring at me. It was a sight that made my heart bleed and it would probably haunt me for the rest of my life.

Every time I looked in her direction, the image of how my dad shot her played through my mind. The hatred I felt was growing by the second, for both Makarov for ordering the kill, as well as for my dad who pulled the trigger.

The door opened once more, and all my sadness turned into anger when Makarov and my father stormed inside the room followed by a few soldiers.

I promised myself to make them pay, to revenge her death and make them suffer. My eyes were locked on my dad who stood in the corner watching as Makarov moved closer to me.

If looks could kill, he'd be long dead by now. In the corner of my eyes, I noticed how one of the soldiers held a small knife in his hands, he handed it over to Makarov.

Another soldier walked inside the room, he was carrying a rather large piece of equipment inside. They set up a camera and pointed it in our direction. The red light on the side told me they were recording us.

Makarov moved around so he was standing behind me, he leaned down a little until his head was leaning over my shoulder. His breath on my skin made my whole body jump into high alert.

His right hand in which he was holding a knife, moved slightly upwards. He softly brushed the cold, sharp material over my skin. He didn't put any pressure on it, so it wouldn't scar me just yet.

"Did you get a chance to think about my proposal? We're able to achieve great things together." He started to put some more pressure on the blade, and I felt it slightly pierce my skin.

I used all my strength to trash against the ropes, hoping by some miracle I'd be able to get free. The adrenaline I was feeling suppressed the pain the blade inflicted. Blood dripped down my skin from where he cut my body.

"Never." I spit out, trying my hardest to mask the fear and pain I was feeling. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me.

"Suit yourself." In a single quick move, he plunged the knife into my leg. I couldn't hold the painful scream in any longer.

My breathing turned heavy as I stared at the knife, he kept it there as he took a step backwards. From the corner of my eyes, I noticed my dad moving closer towards me.

Without a warning he punched his fist into my stomach and the impact of the punch left me gasping for air. My body was aching, and I was losing any hope of getting out of here.

There was only one thing left I could do. If I wanted to get this over with, all I needed to do was provoke my dad and when he loses his temper, I'd be put out of my misery.

"Do it, kill me. You destroyed our family when you killed my sister, and now my mom. Do it coward!" Every word that I spit into his direction got him angrier until he stood in front of me, shaking from the rage.

"You liar! I loved your sister and would never hurt her. You're the reason she is dead." He said as his hands wrapped around my throat once more.

"She would be ashamed of what you become." I said with a wicked grin on my face.

I had no idea what came over me or where I found this boldness to speak up to him but I didn't stop. All I knew was that I was hurting, and I wanted it to stop.

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