Their Bloody Rose

She Would Spill Their Blood

A/N: Fair warning, it's about to get pretty fucked up

"Where to begin," Curtis said sarcastically as he waved his dagger in front of Marissa. He was trying so hard to be tough and menacing Marissa had to hold back a laugh. She was still staying quiet, not saying a word or giving him any kind of response. That was what he wanted from her after all, for her to play the role of the terrified, weak, little damsel in this ridiculous sideshow he was treating like grand Elizabethan theatre.

While he was busy waving that dagger around and reciting his soliloquies, Marissa was assessing the zip-ties on her wrists. One hand was nearly free on its own, only a few small wiggles would do it. Her left hand, though, was a bit more stuck. She had a feeling she might need to dislocate her thumb to get out, so she was trying to position her hands so she could do that without Curtis or any of the rest of them noticing.

Suddenly, she was forced to focus back on Curtis when he backhanded her across the face with the same hand he was holding the dagger in. Seemed he'd addressed her and she hadn't noticed, which pissed him off. The weight of the dagger and position of his hand holding it sent her head and upper body flying to the side. Conveniently for her, the quick, harsh impact and movement actually pulled her left hand free of the zip-tie holding it. And even more conveniently, Curtis didn't notice it had happened. He was too busy laughing and putting on his performance to pay attention to her.

"You know what I'm gonna do with you bitch," he said loudly, trying to exude confidence and keep his audience engaged in his little show. "First I'm gonna make you hurt you like you've never hurt before, then... then I'm going to fuck that slut cunt of yours and fucking split you open." He laughed like it was the most evil thing anyone had ever said. It wasn't. "Then I'm gonna let them come fuck you too, since I know you're a whore who likes taking multiple cocks at once. And once you're completely broken and spent... then I'm gonna go bring that bitch Joanie here and make you watch while I do all that and more to her." He leaned in close and whispered in Marissa's face with a devious grin, "I'll make you watch as I kill her with my bare hands. I bet she'll look real pretty as the life drains from her eyes right in front of you."

That did it. Marissa was officially done holding back. She took a deep breath, finally letting her old self take hold of her, and like the flip of a switch she wasn't sweet little Marissa anymore. She was La Rosa Insanguinata once again, and she would spill all their blood. Every. Last. Drop. 

Quick as lightning she grabbed Curtis' injured hand and squeezed hard, making him shriek in surprise and lose his grip on his dagger. She yanked her other hand free and stole the dagger from his hand before spinning him around, grabbing the gun from his waistband and putting the dagger to his throat as she held him captive in front of her, facing his now very surprised audience.

"Weapons on the floor," she commanded as she pointed the gun at the line of men watching. "Now!"

The men quickly and fearfully obliged, laying their guns down on the floor and putting their hands up in surrender as they stood back up.

Fucking idiotic pussies, Marissa thought to herself. They always were in the end. All talk and tough until they're at the other end of the barrel.

"You," Marissa shouted at the smallest man standing on the end of the line of them, "take those zip-ties and tie all their wrists behind their backs and each of their ankles together too. The rest of you take two steps back and sit down. Now."

"You won't be free for long," Curtis tried to threaten with a small tremor in his voice, "we'll just come take you again. There's no where you can hide."

Marissa wanted to tell him that would never happen, because they were all about to die, but not yet. She knew they all needed to be fully bound and under her control before she even hinted that this was more than just an escape.