HIS ASSASIN

Six

ALEXIA-

All I could do was laugh as they reached for the torture weapons. 'that doesn't mean I'm not going to make your life miserable in the process' His voice rung in my head as they started cutting at my flesh, they burned me and put salt on my gushing wounds. I was still okay though that was until one of them began going over my once healed scars and turning them into a bloody mess again. It triggered me.

It triggered me in ways I could not describe.

My body acted before my mind did and before I knew it the knife that was once pressed against my earlobe was in my chained hand.

To be fair though they should have chained me tighter if they didn't want this to happen, just because I didn't mind torture didn't mean I wouldn't put up a fight. I threw the knife at one of the men before they had time to register what had happened. My skilled hands ensured that the metal cut right through the plastic and right through the flesh of his cheek, he grunted in response and the sound was like music to my ears. This was gonna be a long day.

The other one let his guard down and turned his head to see the state of his accomplice, I took the opportunity and used my legs to wrap around his neck and constrain his neck. His hands grabbed at them but I only tightened my grip in response. By the time the other one had realised what had happened the man in my grip was halfway to being unconscious, he reached for his gun but stopped when he realised I couldn't die, this mistake was enough time for the man to pass out in my hold. I wasn't going to stop until someone was dead. He went for the knife this time and started cutting at my legs, but it just wouldn't be enough for me to stop. He was gonna cut me anyway, so why not take one of them out in the process. His eyes tried to avert the man who was turning all shades of purple beneath me, but alas he was looking, and growing more and more terrified as he did. It would seem as though our lovely Damian didn't choose his strongest soldiers for this one.

DAMIAN-

What the flying fuck has today been. I looked around me to see all of the chaos I created in this fucking room, after speaking to Alexia I came here and started destroying everything in my line of sight. Who the fuck was she, I asked Interpol to find out anything he could about who the woman was but he couldn't find shit, said she was practically a ghost to everyone who counted. She came into my fucking house and acted like she owned the damn place, who did she think she was? What made it worse was the raging fucking hard-on that I just couldn't seem to get rid of ever since I met her on that stupid couch. I wanted to hate her, I wanted to despise her for ever thinking she had the power in this situation but I couldn't.

Because she was just like me and I would have done the fucking same.

I'd even felt a little bad for leaving her to be tortured, my heart churned in ways it never had when I saw the scars.

*Knock knock

"Fuck off!" Whoever was at my door needed to leave, and quickly.

"It's important!" Only my brother and his irritating voice would have the audacity to still walk in here after I just told him to leave. "What is it." I was so tired by this point, so he'd better have something of value to say to me or I was gonna blow the fuck up. "Alexia, she killed the guards." He was a frantic mess as he relayed what had happened after I'd left, I told him to shut the fuck up and just play the footage from the camera but that annoyed me even more because I saw her in full action. A fighter through and through. My blood began to boil when I saw him cutting at her scars again, at first the news of the death of one of my men cut me deep, but after this, it was very clear that he had asked for it. He wasn't one of my most notable soldiers, if he was he would have known that playing with someone's trauma in subj a way was a very stupid idea. Too pure, hadn't seen or felt enough pain to properly render another's. It would have sent me over the edge too. "Where is she now?"

His hand stacking the back of his neck he was reluctant to respond, "Taking a nap in the guest bedroom." The fucking nerve.

"Okay, get the fuck out now."

"Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Did I say that there was anything I wanted you to do? Get out!" The asshole has the cheek to mutter words under his breath as he left, like I was the one with hearing difficulties.

Fuck! Why was my dick even harder after watching that, what the fuck was wrong with me!

ALEXIA-

*Knock Knock

"Yes!" I barely got out through my half-asleep state. The door opened and revealed the one and only Bella once again. "Hey, how are you?" She was still as shaky as she was before, I guessed that she heard news of what I had done yesterday and was even more apprehensive than before. "I'm okay, where is everyone?" By everyone I obviously meant Damian, but I think she knew that.

"Damian is downstairs waiting for you, it's your wedding today." Oh I see.

Although I knew what this arrangement was, it still hurt to hear the reality of my situation relayed back to me so bluntly. My wedding day. And I was marrying a cold bastard who had no intentions of making this whole thing easier for any of us. Fuck my life, and fuck him too. He was probably the one who told his men to fuck with my mind in such a way, cutting at my scars was foul play and they knew it. It only brought up more of what I tried to suppress, my mind was restless when I tried to sleep. The reminder of my trauma a throbbing wound in the exact same place, what a mind fuck. "Oh, okay."

She looked at me with pity and I hated every second of it, this wasn't ideal but I would cope. "I'll be fine, where is the stuff I need."

"We moved them into the closet when you were sleeping, when you're ready some people will come to do the last touches to your appearance."

"Okay, thank you." I turned towards the walk-in closet that I now realised was filled with an array of things that I could wear. I turned back to only see a nervous Bella still staring back at me. "You know he's not as evil as he might seem, he has a heart, somewhere." I didn't really know how to respond to that nor did I have any intentions to buddy up with his sister so I simply chose silence. I began fixing my bed when she left the room. I checked the time and it was only around 10am by this point, I headed into the shower and began preparing for my big day.

My hair was a mess after all that had happened, what was once a nice updo was now a tangly mess that needed to be sorted. After I had bathed and washed my hair I dried and straightened it to my liking. My hair was long and practically silver in its tone, the ashy tones of the blonde suited my sharp features and grey eyes.

I could have done another style, one that was more suited to a wedding but this was not my special day, it was his. Walking through the wardrobe I saw an item wrapped in black plastic that had to of been the dress, I took a look at it and was in awe at its beauty. The dress was tight-fitting at the top with a beautiful v-line cut that would hug my busty cleavage perfectly. I wondered how they got my sizing correctly because the dress looked like it was made for me. Small diamonds cascaded down the length of the dress in delicately intricate patterns that added just enough glamour to make it pop. The bottom of the dress was more densely covered in jewels, the fabric began to spew out to embody the princess essence of the dress, the train had to of been at least 2 metres and cascaded beautifully with rose gold and diamonds being the centrepiece ore for this dress.

What a shame such a demonstration of purity was being wasted with such sin.