The Final Dream

In an Instant

Calem's POV

"Malva...what did you say?!", I roared.

"Nothing, Calem.", she tried to deflect the question.

"I heard it loud and clear, Malva. You!", I pointed my finger at her. "You have caused me sorrow! Pay for your sins, you vile woman!"

"Calem, you don't understand—"

"Oh, I understand it perfectly, Malva. You were the one who caused Marina's illness. You were the one who made me lose four years of my life in servitude. For what? Your selfish dreams?!"

"Calem, let me explain—"

"Quiet! No explanation is needed. No explanation is acceptable. You have caused me pain, and now I shall repay you with it. You caused me suffering, and thus you will experience it by my hand.", I said as I closed in on her.

"Calem, please! Spare me!", she said, kneeling down at my feet.

"I know your tricks and ruses, Malva. You cannot fool me!"

I stomped my shoe on her head, causing her to scream in pain.

"How about that? If you like pain so much, how about you experience it?! You monster!", I shouted as I kept battering her with the heel of my shoe.

I picked up her head by the chin and drove her against the balcony wall. Her face was now disfigured, with cuts, bruises, and wounds covering it. 

"You don't like the ugly in the world? You are certainly one right now, right at this very moment. Include yourself when you exterminate those who you don't think deserve to live. You are a liar, a monster!", I shouted at her as I pressed her harder against the wall, causing her to groan even more.

"Silence, Malva. Silence. Alright?!"

She nodded with tears in her eyes. I didn't free her, however.

"Take this, you filthy casual!", I teased as I crushed the bones of her foot with my shoe.

She was in pain, and I loved it. The person who had caused me much suffering and pain was now pleading for her survival. She had no power over me now, and it was wonderful.

However, out of the corner of my eye, I saw her grab a pocketknife out of her purse, trying to stab me, but I stopped her arm. Her eyes widened as I did so, clearly understanding what her was to be after she tried to pull off that stunt of hers.

"Please, Calem! I'm sorry! Forgive me!", she pleaded again, but I felt no sympathy. Only a feeling of disgust and contempt. I looked at her one last time. This woman, who once held power over me, was now beaten up. Her face crossed and recrossed by cuts and wounds, with some parts containing small pebbles from the beating she received earlier. 

I picked her up by the hair and dragged her face along the rough stone floor of the balcony. It was a satisfying experience, hearing her screams and pleas of help go unheard and unheeded. 

I flashed a crooked smile and pushed her to the floor, with her falling down. I placed my shoe on top of her chest to prevent her escaping. Then, I grabbed some lemons I had in my bag and sprayed their extract all over her face, causing her to unleash a horrible, horrible scream.

I was getting tired, and so, like a ragdoll, I pulled her by the hair and sat her on the balcony's barricade.

"Any last words?", I asked.

"C-Curse you..."

"I am satisfied."

I pushed her down, sending her plummeting into certain doom. I grabbed some water and wiped my hands clean.