Beauty lived In a quaint village with her parents, desiring to follow in her father's footsteps as a lawyer. Little did she know that her dream would intertwine her fate with a man known as devil in human form. Despite his cunning and manipulative w...
I can't even fathom the thought of losing her. She is my everything, the reason of my living. I cannot imagine a life without her by my side. She was promised to me by my mother, on her deathbed, and I'm determined to fulfill that promise. Despite my father's vengeful plans to kill her, I refuse to let her go.
She is the only person after my mother who holds my heart, and I will protect her at all costs. As I stand before the assassin who was hired to take her life, a fierce determination fills me. I will make him suffer for even daring to lay a his eyes on her.
I approach him in the dungeon and take a sharp dagger in my hand, ready to exact my revenge. I start to play with his body, cutting and slicing him with every move, relishing in the pain and terror in his eyes.
"How much did my father pay you to kill Her?", I ask with a coldness in my voice, as I cut off his ear. His screams echoed throughout the room, but I take pleasure in knowing that he is suffering just as she is.
"100,000$", he groans, begging me to stop and show mercy. But he doesn't deserve mercy, not after what he was planning to do to her. I continue to torture him, plunging the dagger into his eyes, causing him excruciating pain. He pleads with me, but I'm numb to his cries. He deserves this and more for trying to harm the one person I cannot live without.
Through his screams and cries, I can hear her voice in my head. She is lying in the hospital bed, hooked up to wires, fighting for her life. It is because of him that she is in that state, and I will not rest until he pays for his sins.
I will offer his dead body as a gift to my father, a warning to never try to harm her again. I will make sure that he and his allies know that anyone who tries to harm her will meet the same fate. With each cut and slice, I feel a sense of satisfaction building inside me. Iam avenging her, and I know she will be proud of me.
As he hangs there upside down, gasping for air, I mean in close to him and whisper in his ear, "this is just the beginning of your torment", I can see fear in his eyes, and it only fuels my desire to make him suffer.
As the hours pass by, I continue to torture him, each method more gruesome than last. I want him to feel every ounce of pain and fear that she felt when she was shot. I want him to know that he messed with the wrong person.
Finally, as he take his last breath, I feel a sense of relief wash over me. He is gone, and he will never be able to harm her again. I take a moment to savor my victory, knowing that I have done what I needed to do to protect the one person I cannot live without. And as I leave the dungeon, I know that I will always do whatever it takes to keep her safe, no matter the consequences.
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To be continued
Allah hafiz 💕💕
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