Kevin's P.O.V
I can't believe this.
I thought that I was going to kill her and return to the gang with victory. I thought that they will start respecting me and so on.
But right now, I'm sitting in the middle of Divina Adkins' basement all tied up waiting for her to come and start torturing me.
I'm so disappointed in myself. I'm helpless, useless, dumb and such an idiot.
She didn't even kill me. NOOO. She's holding me hostage in this disgusting basement.
Now I have to live with even more insults and disrespect. That is if they come to rescue me.
I sigh sadly. I'm completely fucked.
I hear the sound of the door as it swings open revealing the evil and brutal but beautiful girl that is apparently about to beat my ass.
She's most probably going to end up killing me.
I see her hand dragging an object behind her as she makes her way down the stairs.
She looks down at me with a smug smirk and finally reveals the object for me to see.
And guess what it is.
A thick, long wooden stick with a dozen iron nails sticking out of it.
My eyes widen as I stare at the unusual weapon. I look up at her face and notice her smirk only widens after seeing the terrified expression on my face.
"I realised that I don't know your name." She says with that damn smirk still on her naturally red lips. She places her finger on one of the nails and starts moving it as if it was some kind of toy.
I put my chin up to look at her.
"That's because I never told you what is it." I point out with a blank face.
She scoffs, the smirk still there.
"Why didn't you tell me?" She asked, playing along. But that doesn't mean that she's happy with my attitude, no. She's irritated.
But that doesn't stop me.
"Because you never asked." I tell her, tilting my head acting dumb.
She chuckles. A fake one of course.
"I will ask you something, alright." She says with a wide smirk.
I already know that what's coming is bad.
"What do you think of these sharp, pointy nails cutting your flesh open?" She says glaring at me while gesturing to the nails on the stick.
I suck in a sharp breath. Shit.
My whole body tenses and I stay silent for my own good this time.
She leans down so that our heads can be on the same level, smirking.
"That's what I thought." She says, her eyes dark and dull.
She pulls away and her curly blond hair bounces as she straighens her back.
"Your name." She says seriously with blank face.
"Kevin." I blurt out quickly, afraid of what she might do if I annoy her any further.
She raises her eyebrow as if asking for the last name.
"Tan-Tanner." I say hesitantly.
She's probably going to make fun of me because I'm the son of one of The Flames' leaders yet look at me, she's holding me hostage. Hilarious.
"Ouu, Mr. Tan's one and only son." She says in a mocking tone.
"Didn't expect him to be that... weak." She adds, scowling.
"And I didn't expect you to actually not kill one of The Flames' members that you lay your eyes on but here I am." I say while gesturing to myself.
"I guess life is full of surprises." I say then glare at the cruel human being in front of me.
She smirks. What the fuck is wrong with that girl?
"Am I to assume that you want me to kill you? Because you know I can do that this very moment." Divina says looking down at me.
"But I would prefer torturing you, not killing you." She continues and starts to play with the stick. "Or maybe even torturing you to your death."
And with that, she swings the stick up and, with all force, hits me with it on my abdomen.
The sharp nails cut through my skin painfully making loads of blood flood out of the cuts, staining my shirt so badly.
The pain was intolerable.
She pulls the stick away from me, her smirk never letting go of her lips.
Most of the nails now had blood all over them and the blood that was flowing out of the cuts is only increasing.
I keep grunting loudly. The pain is unbearably horrible and I'm covered in blood.
And before I know it, she swings the stick again and hits me on the same spot.
The numerous nails that were stuck deep into my skin had me screaming. My whole upper body was drowning in my own blood as she pulled the stick away from my abdomen again.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" I manage to shout breathless.
She tilts her head back and let's out a laugh.
"Your gang killed my parents. The only human beings I knew. The people I loved the most. They killed them, in front of my own eyes." She says scowling at me, pain completely visible in her eyes.
Her expression falls and she looks down.
"I watched the most important people in my life get murdered. That is what's wrong with me." She says slowly.
I gulp and stare at her. She's in pain and it's completely obvious that the flashbacks are all she sees as she stares at nothingness.
She starts shaking dangerously out of anger and pain, tears visibly blurring her vision.
She's definitely going to start beating me again and this time, it's going to be even worse than the times before.
Is all I could think.
But she doesn't.
Instead, she just throws the stick on the ground and exits the room, leaving me confused, worried and alone.
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Short chapters usually have important information or hints in them about the characters or maybe it's foreshadowing so don't get irritated when I update a short one, sorry.
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