Toxic and Mine

A Chance Before You Do

"Nastasia! You stupid bitch! I'm going to kill you, I swear to god I'm going to kill you." He growls out as I hit him again.

"98." Silva was shaking visibly and the bed was drenched with his blood that was splattering to his face. The scene in front of me was enough to get make me pass out. I was specifically targeting his stomach leaving hundreds of gashes seeping. It's disgusting. Silva is now crying out in pain and anger. His rough facade lasted only until I got to the 20th lash.

"99, 100, 101."

"Let me fucking go!" He was thrashing around like an animal screaming profanities at me.
"I promise... I promise... I promise! Im going to beat your ass Nastasia."

"102." I say fake yawning afterwards. He's been threatening me non stop in a delirious state. In from where I stand he means all of it.

"Maybe you haven't realized, but you have no type of control to be threatening me! You should be begging for me to forgive you, begging for me to stop!" I scream at him. After all this time he still doesn't get it.

"Fuck you slut." He spits out. I drop the belt going into the kitchen. I couldn't stop the tears falling my eyes out of anger as I grab a knife and the container of salt.

"What was that?!" I place a bunch of salt in my hands before rubbing it all over his wounds.

"Fuck!" He cries out his shoulders moving up and down. "Nastasia stop!"

"Oh please." I dismiss looking down at his pathetic state. He was unrecognizable looking so vulnerable. I could kill him right now.

"How does it feel that your life is in my hands? I could literally kill you if I wanted to."

"It's always been like that! I knew you were plotting something but I didn't care. I didn't think you would be this fucking stupid!" Spit flew out of his mouth grossing me out.

I look at my hands seeing theme soaked in blood and salt.

Silva shot that girl in the head leaving blood all over me.

I look at him with a smile.

"What should curve on you? How about I will never shoot Stasi Again." I say gently moving the blade of the knife against his skin.

"You fucked my skin up! I think you proved your point! I was wrong for shooting you!"

"And you were wrong putting me through width-draw and you got my dog sick with that gas! And Manon told me that you threw my body in the elevator!" I slap my salt on his skin causing him to groan out.

"I'm sorry Nastasia please..."

"Okay... so if I was to let you go. You promise not to hurt me?" I ask innocently but the look on his face, he couldn't lie even if his life depended on it.

"I won't shoot you." He says and I burst out in a fit of laughter.

"Oh pleaseeee." I take the knife and impulsively curve the first thing I think of which so happens to be my name. I call out each letter making sure to make deep incisions.

"All done!" I say cheesing popping of the bed. He was calling my name as I went to wash my hands. The thin white fabric I had on was completely destroyed but I cover it up with his sweats and t shirt.

"So! We have this room for four days with the request of no room service. So take this time to reflect on your actions and learn from your mistakes."

I walk out with him calling me out of name and threatening me. I was satisfied for the time being but this wouldn't be the last time something like this happens. But I curse myself, even though it's rented for four days, he'll die of blood loss so I'll have to let him go before them. He can go a day or two.