The Mission

Seventeen

I stood in the field for a few moments to collect myself. Am I really going to do this? I asked myself. Yes. Theres no turning back now. I slowly walked back to my car and drove home in silence. I sat in my driveway for a moment or two before I got out of the car.

I headed inside the house. Jane came up to me touching my shoulder. "Are you sure you want to do this?" She asked. "It's not too late to change your mind"

"I know," I said quietly. "I don't want to back down," I said.

"Remember our deal. If it appears to be too much I will intervene" she said.

"Got it," I said.

Jane nodded.

Felix came over to me. "Shes in the garage" he said.

I nodded and headed to the garage. Becca was sitting in a chair. Her arms, legs and torso were tied to the chair. No going back now. I moved over to her and slapped her cheek with medium force. "Wake up," I said slapping her cheeks once more when she didn't respond. 

Becca groaned.

"Wake up," I said again, louder this time slapping her cheeks once again. I should've gotten some water. 

She groaned once more. Slowly she opened her eyes. She blinked a few times before she fully awakened. 

"What's going on?" She whispered.

"You are getting what you deserve," I said.

She looked at the various knives on the floor. 

"What the fuck are you doing Izzy," she said shocked. "I don't deserve this,
 she said pulling at the ropes. "I don't," she said panicked.

I admired her for a moment. "You deserve every second of this," I sneered at her. 

"What are you going to do? Kill me?" She continued to pull at the ropes. 

"No that would be too easy. You deserve much more than death," I said

"Izzy you don't have to do this. I'll stop everything. I won't cause any more problems. Please." she pled.

"It's too late for apologies," I said.

"Izzy this is so fucked up for what you are doing right now. You can't..." She breathed heavily.

"Once again, it is too late for apologies," I said, not feeling sorry for one moment. All my possible doubts went away seeing her this way. 

She pulled against the ropes.

"You aren't going anywhere," I mused.

"I'll scream, someone will hear me and stop this," she said.

"Thats what duct tape is for. It'll keep you quiet," I said grabbing the roll of duct tape. "Don't test me Becca," I said standing in front of her. I'm surprised how amused I am with this. Seeing her fight for her life. It feels so good to get revenge. I have been waiting 6 months for this exact moment. Revenge. 

She opened her mouth about to scream but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. "Shhh, I said be quiet," I said ripping a piece of duct tape off the roll, quickly shoving it over her mouth. Her screams were muffled. "Shut up," I yelled at her, smacking her across the face with reasonable force.  

She whimpered, struggling.

I went over to the assortment of knives that I had bought and already had at home from my father's hunting supplies. 

She immediately attempted to scream when I grabbed one of the knives. "Hmm, what shall I do to you?" I mused. "How easy is it to stab someone?" I asked myself.