HER SAFE PLACE

Punishment

Warning ⚠️

This chapter contains violence which might trigger some readers so kindly read it at your own risk.

Rocky's POV

Yes, that bastard is still alive. You really thought I'd let him go that easily? Not a chance. Everything was carefully orchestrated to bring him here, right to New York, under my control. That car accident-everyone thought it was an unfortunate tragedy. But it was all a setup, meticulously planned to make it look like he had vanished without a trace. When no one found his body, they assumed wild animals must have torn him apart. Little did they know that he was never dead, not even close. He's been in my hands this whole time, and now he's going to pay. He's going to face a fate far worse than anything he could have ever imagined.

As I made my way to the warehouse, my mind was flooded with thoughts of revenge. Each step I took was heavy with the anger and bitterness that had built up inside me. I imagined every possible way to make him suffer, every scream I could rip out of him. The dimly lit warehouse was silent, the only sound being the echo of my footsteps. My heart was pounding with anticipation as I approached the area where I knew he was being held.

And there he was-sitting in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, but still conscious. His eyes flicked up to meet mine, and in that moment, I saw a flicker of fear. It was exactly what I wanted to see. Without a second thought, I rushed over to him. The rage inside me exploded, and I threw the first punch. My fist connected with his face, hard. I didn't stop to think, didn't stop to catch my breath. I just kept hitting him, again and again, each blow releasing a bit more of the anger I'd been holding in for so long. His head snapped back with every punch, blood starting to trickle from his nose and mouth, but I didn't care. I wasn't going to stop until I felt satisfied, until I felt like I had repaid him for everything he had done.

All the while, everyone in the room just stood there, watching. Not one of them dared to make a move. Even Mihir, who's usually the first to jump in, didn't say a word. They all knew better than to try and stop me. They knew that this was something I needed to do. And so, they let me have my moment of vengeance, letting the rage inside me finally take control.

I took a step back, barely able to control the rage simmering inside me. That bastard had the audacity to speak, his voice laced with a smug arrogance that made my blood boil. "What happened? Did she tell you everything, huh?" he sneered, as if this was all some sort of twisted game to him. "Well, I have to say, she was a virgin. I thought you had already used her, but I was wrong. If I had known earlier, I would have enjoyed it so much more. She was a good f***," he spat out, a sick grin spreading across his face.

His words hit me like a punch to the gut, sending a wave of fury through me that was impossible to contain. The thought of what he had done, and how he spoke about it so casually, like it meant nothing-it made something snap inside me. I felt a cold, dangerous calm wash over me, the kind that comes right before you do something unforgivable.

"Strip him," I ordered my men, my voice low and filled with the anger that was threatening to consume me. They didn't hesitate, knowing that there was no room for mercy here. As they tore off his clothes, leaving him completely exposed and defenseless, I kept my eyes locked on his, wanting him to see the full extent of the rage he had ignited.

I let the silence stretch out for a moment, letting the weight of what was about to happen settle over him. Then, in a voice that was steady but ice-cold, I commanded, "Bring me the cage of rats and ants." My men quickly went to retrieve it, their movements efficient and without question.

Turning back to him, I let the full force of my disgust and anger show. "Men like you are a stain on humanity," I began, my voice filled with loathing. "You force yourself on a girl, destroy her innocence, just to satisfy your sick desires. Have you ever stopped to think about what you're doing? What if someone did the same to your sister? Or your mother?" My words were like a knife, cutting through whatever smugness he had left.