Challenge

Chapter 29: The Beginning of the End

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter may contain graphic details, such as, but not limited to violence, death, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

***Onyx's POV***

Her eyes burned into mine as I sat across from her. I sat there with my arms crossed over my chest and my legs stretched with my ankles crossed. I could tell she was starting to get irritated. I could see her veins pulse through her already red face. Probably wondering why I haven't started torturing her yet. In a way, I am. Mentally.

Rudy circled her like a shark, but she kept her eyes on me. She knows he won't do anything without my orders. I finally sat up and Rudy grabbed his bag then laid it out on a table right next to me. Her eyes quickly moved from me to the bag. She watched as he started taking things out, preparing.

"You shouldn't be doing this. This made us even. Now we both don't have a family." I didn't respond. Just stared at her. As calm as I looked, I was fuming inside. I wanted her dead now. Patience, Nyx.

"If you want an apology, you aren't getting one!" An apology wouldn't fix anything. It would mean nothing to me.

"Shouldn't you be busy planning a funeral? Oh, wait. I guess it can't be much of a funeral if they are already cremated." She chuckled. I should gut her like a goat. Not yet.

I picked out one of my own knives from my pocket and walked over to her. She tried to pull herself up but just dangled there.

"You talk too much." Her voice is so annoying.

Rudy grabbed both parts of her jaw and kept it open. She squirmed as I pulled her tongue and started to cut it off. It was a lot easier than I remembered. I haven't cut out a tongue in a long time. She tried to scream, but it came out as more of a weird noise. I threw her tongue off to the side.

"That's better." I grab a cloth from the table to wipe the blood and saliva off my knife.  She whined as tears fell.

"You seem to think I want something from you. An apology?" I scoffed. "There is nothing you can say or do that will change what's been done. You see, that's the problem with the younger ones. You join our gangs and get involved in something you know nothing about. There is no being civil. There is no talking it out or whatever other bullshit you had in mind."

After I put my knife back in my pocket. I scanned the tools Rudy brought. I grabbed this scalpel and handed it to Rudy. He smirked. I turned back to the tongue-less girl and bent down.

"You have such pretty hair." I twirled some around my finger. She started to whine again.

"Aww. So sad. Where's that energy from earlier? I was hoping you kept it up longer." She tried to say something, but I couldn't understand. Well, I didn't care enough to try.

I sat back in my chair to watch. I want to see her in pain. Rudy squatted down and grabbed a fist full of her hair. She started to move and shout. Sounded like she said stop. He ignored her and tightened his grip. He placed the blade to her forehead and started cutting. The blood slowly dripped down onto her hair.

"Slow down, Rudy. The longer we can keep her in pain, the better." He looked up at me and smiled.

"No problem, boss." He did as I asked. She kept trying to fight, but it was no use. She wasn't going to make it out of here, but it's cute that she thinks she can.

Rudy was halfway done when my phone rang. Who could possibly be calling me right now? I didn't bother looking at the caller ID, I just answered. 

"What?"

"You never sent me a text. Are you okay?" Kyle seems to worry more than Frankie. Maybe because of everything that happened. 

"I'm perfect. Everything is going as planned." He let out a sigh of relief.