Black Angel

Chapter Eighteen

Zola

I felt disgusting. Even after brushing my teeth several times and for hours. Even after taking three long and hot showers, with which I needed his help, feeling a tad embarrassed.
Even if Derrick looked at me like I was the most beautiful human being on this planet. Him telling me that nothing of this was my fault ignited something in me. I knew that, but I still apologized. Several times even.
I guess being held responsible for every mistake made back at home with my family caused me to take responsibility for everything. Even for getting raped.
Now, I changed into the clothes Derrick gave me from his sister's closet and they fit perfectly. I lost weight, yes. But I was still far away from my Adriana Lima body. According to the weighbridge, I was at 153 lbs now. My goal has always been 122 lbs with curves like a goddess.
My limbs still hurt, but that was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. And for that ache to be gone, Julio will suffer. I- no, we will let him suffer.
Taking my hand in his, Derrick carefully led me downstairs and stopped in front of a door.
"You sure you wanna do it?"
"I'm as sure as I am about that my name is Zola."
And with that, he opened the door and we got in.
It was dark, the only light in here was a tiny desk lamp. On the table were several knives from bigger to smaller ones, two guns and ammunition, a remote for I hoped the collar around Julio's neck... and something I would certainly use.
A hammer.
I didn't know when I got so violent, but I craved seeing blood. His blood. I wanted to see it drop down his chin after I cut out his tongue and let him swallow it. Or after I carve the initials of my hubby dubby, as he named him, across his disgusting hairy chest. And finally, I want to see him bleed after I castrate him.
And I intended to do every single thing of it.
Since I never got a chance taking out any revenge on my parents, which had stored up until today, I will let him feel everything, every harm, every pain, he, mom, dad and every other person on this planet made me feel.
I was hungry. For taking revenge.
But not only for myself. I'll make him bleed for what he made Derrick go through. For killing his father and sister. For cutting those goddamn brakes. For using him. For making him suffer so much.
Now, I would make him suffer ten times more he made Derrick, and I didn't intend in showing mercy.
"Whenever you're ready, princess." Derrick whispered in my ear, taking me back to present.
I turned to face him, leaned up and whispered in his ear. "You take your gun and wait, okay? I'll take our every pain and harm out on him. For us both, baby."
Pulling back, I wanted to walk to the table but he held my wrist, stopping me from going away. He pulled me close, one hand on my lower back, lifting me up so our faces were mere inches away.
"Fuck everything. We know we love each other. And I don't care whether you want to or not, from now on we're together. Fuck, we were always meant to be. You're my girl. I love you so fucking much. But if you have any doubts about doing this, I-"
Gaawwddd, he was definitely talking too much.
Pulling him down, I silenced him by kissing him, with one hand still in his and the other on the collar of his shirt.
He smiled against my lips, what triggered my own.
Pulling back, I said "You're talking too much. Now, if you'd excuse me... boyfriend." I pulled my wrist out of his grasp and made my way over to the table. Looking over my shoulder I saw him smirking seductively.
I grabbed the first tool for inflicting our revenge. A knife. A normal kitchen knife. With the exception that this one was ridged.
"Good morning, sunshine." I sang as I sliced at the corners of his mouth, imitating the cracks on mine which were caused by him, raping my mouth.
Julio woke up immediately, crying out in pain. He was tied to a chair, his hands with rope to the legs of the chair and his ankles with cuffs, the metal surely cutting into his skin. He had no opportunity to escape.
Good, because he wouldn't.
"You fucking bit-" I grabbed his tongue with my left hand and he looked at me, horror in his eyes as I swung the blade in front of his eyes and let it linger on his tongue.
He shook his head erratically, causing his tongue to slip from my fingers. I took the remote from the desk and pressed the only button, causing him to shudder.
Yep. The collar sends electric shocks. Just like I hoped.
"Please, don't." He choked out. I pressed the button again and the buzzing stopped. I pushed his cheeks together, just like he did with me, which made him whimper and said "Do you really plead for mercy? Baby, does he really plead for mercy?" I turned back to a grinning Derrick, blood oozing down my hand. He shrugged and said "I think so." A bulge made itself known in his sweatpants.
My hunger for blood turned into desire for a second, before I cleared my throat and turned to a still whimpering Julio again.
"Didn't I say those exact words too?" Reaching inside his mouth, I pulled out his tongue again and straight up cut the tip and stuffed it in his mouth, the blood now oozing between my fingers.
His scream was muffled by my hand.
"Swallow, bastard." I commanded with ice lacing my low voice. When he shook his head, I stabbed him in his side, causing him to try to double over and cry out one more time.
"I won't say it again. Swallow!" He did.
After swallowing the tip of his tongue, he spit the blood in my face and I backhanded him. I couldn't recognize myself.
Since when am I capable of such things? And I wasn't even scared or didn't even cringe because of what I like to read. Or it's the adrenaline.
Putting the knife back on the table and taking a cloth to clean my face, Julio let out a sigh of relief before he whimpered again.
He must've seen the next knife I took between my fingers.
Walking to him again, I cut open his shirt and was greeted by a hairy chest. Ewww. I wasn't against hair on chests but his was only disgusting.
Well, after seeing and touching Derrick's chest I don't think there is one coming even near his perfection.
Sorry, I meant 'near his body'.
"This is for letting the man I love," I looked over my shoulder, smiled at his smile, turned back to Julio and added "Suffer so much." My voice was low and edged with hatred.
Positioning the tip of the blade on his chest – God, he still whimpered like he didn't deserve this – I started carving a big D on his first, fleshy pec. He cried in pain and I stabbed the knife at the bottom of the letter, implementing a dot and creating a 'D.'. Then, I forged on and carved a 'B.' on his other, fleshy pec, also stabbing right after.
The blood coming from his wounds did nothing to calm my rage. So, I threw the knife to the ground and reached for the hammer.
"Try to not move, okay? It will only intensify your pain." I said with a voice as sweet as I could muster. As if I care, huhh.
Swinging it to first his right, then his left knee, I heard cracks in between screams and sobs.
Aahhhh, that was satisfying. But I wasn't finished yet.
Walking back to a still grinning Derrick, I ran my bloody finger across his cheek and asked "Do you have gloves in here, babe? I guess you wouldn't want that I touch his teeny tiny dick with bare hands." He placed his hand on my lower back and pulled me close with a possessive hold, his erection pressing against my stomach. "After all we'll be cutting that shit off!" I whispered and let out a giggle.
I felt like a psycho for enjoying this so much, but after that rush of adrenaline is over, I was sure I'd collapse. But for now, I'd like to bathe in that rush and take all encouraging from Derrick I could get to get through this.
"You're driving me insane, baby." He growled against my lips and kissed me, my hands wandering up his cheeks as I kissed him back just as possessive, his hands now squeezing my ass.
Reluctantly, I detached and he said „Your commanding turns me on so fucking much." Kiss. "The gloves are in the first drawer."
Giving him a last peck and a wink, I walked back to the table with the torturing devices and opened the drawer. I pulled out a pair of gloves and closed the drawer again.
"For this next session, we'll need another knife. A bigger one." I said clasping my hands together, my eyes sparkling with excitement.
Julio's face was covered with sweat, blood and tears as I made my way over to him again.
"What did you say to Mario? Hold her in place, on the hands and knees?" I let slowly movements take my body to the ground, leaving me positioned on my knees.
I heard a growl behind me and looked over my shoulder to see a Derrick, who strangled the handle of the gun and rubbed the bulge in his sweatpants. Giggling, I turned to Julio again and started my path.
I hummed random notes, creating his very own death symphony, as I reached up and undid his pants, which were wet.
"Aww, baby look! He just peed himself. Hahah!" I turned to Derrick and pointed at Julio's pants. "Go on, baby. My fingers are itching." Was his only response. He smirked and winked at me, causing me to blush.
Turning to face Julio again, I pulled out his dick and played a bit with the knife, as in: I positioned the tip of its blade several times on his soon-to-be rotten skin and pushed a bit. Tiny pinpricks of blood were oozing of the little dots created by the tip of the blade.
"You won't have to wait much longer, sweetheart." I said over my shoulder and grabbed the dick in front of me with a tight grip. Julio whimpered and sniffed like a toddler.
Positioning the sharp edge at his base, I waved a hand and sang "Bye byeee," before I cut through and detached the glibby organ.
That cry that emanated from Julio. Phewww. It nearly deafened me. I stood and held his dick in front of him, letting it dangle in between my fingers.
"Go and try to rape another person now!" I threw the organ in his face and it fell to the ground with a tiny splash, because of the blood pooling beneath him from his previous injuries, inflicted by Derrick, Valentino's men and me.
"Naasss-tyyyyy." I imitated him and turned to walk towards the love of my life, pulling the gloves from my hands.
"Your turn, baby."
We walked past each other, our roles switched now.
"Don't you think I'll end your misery fast. My girl did let you suffer, yes. But you earned yourself a much worse punishment the second you even laid eyes on her. And I'm not even talking about my father and sister, or your fucking betrayal yet!" BANG.
Derrick shot him in his newly created vagina. Julio cried out another time and I couldn't count anymore how many times he did cry out already.
Watching him torture his previous friend was hot and made heat pool between my legs, but that he mentioned me as a reason before he mentioned his family, made my heart swell and interrupted the pooling.
I love you, Derrick Brandner. So fucking much!
BANG.
I missed what he said, but Derrick shot him again. This time in the shoulder.
"Say hi to Satan. We'll meet one day." BANG.
Silence. The last shot went between his brows, killing Julio immediately. I let out a breath of relief and ran up to Derrick, tears beginning to swell in my eyes as he hauled me up in his arms with me circling my legs at his waist, hugging him tight, and beginning to sob.