Serena

Chapter 31

Serena's POV

"And her name was little Madeleine Lewis." The bastard haunts shouting behind my back. The audacity he has to speak her name.

Without a second to waste, I quickly jab the saya back, puncturing the middle of his neck before he could takes a decent swing with the knife. He coughs violently, holding his neck with his bloody hand and holding the knife at me as defence.

"Your dear cousin cried to you, didn't she?" He mocks, giggling to himself. "Her daddy couldn't even refuse my offer! So what if I married that bitch? I'll make her my slut, crawling at my legs and begging me to fuck her pretty face. And if I get bored, maybe I'll watch someone else fuck h-" he rambles on his sick fantasy but I don't hear the rest coming out.

My patient is dead. My ears are ringing and my hands are burning for his misery. My hand withdraws the katana out of its saya, and I slash the nerve on his arm making him instantly loose grip to the knife.

His body has yet to react to the pain and I continue slicing every tendon and major muscles on his body. I lose control of my grip causing the blade to cut deeper. Finally he screams in agony, dropping to the floor like a limb deer hunted down. He lies on his back spazzing uncontrollably as a pool of blood paints the wood.

"No! Ahhh, y-you Monster! Ahhh!" He curses, trying to slither back away from me but I don't give a fuck.

I retrieve the knife he had dropped at my feet and lunges on top off his chest, gripping his face. Gabriel struggles and wiggle underneath but his hands and leg do not obey. I forcefully pull out the bastard's tongue and slowly glide the blade, cutting it completely off and shoving it down his own throat.

"Swallow." I demand, covering his mouth shut, with the knife pointing straight down his right eye.

He fights for a minute but eventually he downed it down his stomach. But the anger stills burns in my mind, screaming so loud, nothing is in my senses anymore. Both my fist crashes down his face, punching and punching and punching. Quickly, his whole face swell and blood drools from every cuts.

But unfortunately, I am not done. And thankfully, he is still breathing. I stand back on my feet and drag him by the arm, pulling him towards the mini bar cabinet in his office. As I look around the bar, my eyes catches the reflection on Koen standing at the far back with such a horrid eyes but not looking away from my movements. I pull out a jar of salt and a bottle of whisky.

I take a handful of salt and slowly scatter it down Gabriel's weak body. His screams ignite once again, causing Koen to flinch and avoid my work.
I sprinkle more, covering all the cuts and openings on his body. I dust off my hands and dig for my cigarette and lighter in my pocket.

I curl my fingers, calling him to come over. He hesitates, looks down then up again and slowly walks over in front of me. "My hands are dirty, light it for me." I pass him the pack and lighter, showing the dried blood on my hands.

He nearly portrays a poker face but his frowning brows give everything away. Slowly placing the cig between my lips, he ignited the fire at the bottom, concentrating, trying to avoid contact with the pig on the floor.
I drag in a deep puff, blowing it out the side of my lips. My brows arch towards Koen, knowing he has some things in mind.

"I warned you, didn't I? I told you not to interfere into my business. So? Still curious?" I taunt him.

He thinks for a second and I sigh out my smoke, "If I hear you speak of this day, you will die. You can leave no-"
I dismiss but suddenly he straightens, looking a little brighter than before.