She Lusts For The Kill~ Caminah (G!P)

Delayed Revenge

Camila

(Trigger warning)

Dinah can be pretty gullible. That or I'm just a very convincing actress. Either way, she doesn't know and I plan to keep it that way for a few weeks or months.

For now, I gotta do something I've been wanting to do since that afternoon at the warehouse.

You see, I didn't get any satisfaction in that. Sure, the mind blowing sex was a highlight, but letting those bitches run free? No.

Dinah was sick today, so I told her to stay home and I'd collect her work from her classes.

She protested at first until I threatened to pin her to the bed with knives in her hands. She just nodded, face stale. It was like any threat I'd given her before a few ago.

When I finally killed that fucking bastard.

When Dinah got up to check who was at the door, I slipped on some clothes and stood at the top of the stairs. I looked through the bars, the front door and the back of her head in clear sight.

When Alfonso pushed pass her, I wanted nothing more than to stab him to death.

I stayed put, though. Listening quietly to their conversation. It soon escalated with Alfonso on top of Dinah, punching her. His back was to me, so I quickly went to get Kindness and snuck downstairs.

I stood behind him, positioning the knife at the back of his neck. Over his shoulder, I see my baby was knocked out cold.

Time to die, dear brother.

I drop Kindness and latched onto his back, causing him to yelp in surprise and stand up. I wrapped my arms around his neck, like I did to whatever the fuck her name is.

I tightened my hold, grunting loudly as he tried to pry me off of him. When his weak attempts failed, he start to bang me against the wall harshly.

I groan out at the action. The pain I felt made me drop from his back. Sliding down to the floor.

He put his hands on his knees, trying desperately to chase his breath. I push through the pain, standing up to my feet, though kept my back against the wall.

His breathing slowed then he looked up with a surprised look on his face.

"You...tried to kill me," he said in a whisper. I flare my nostrils, tilting my head to the side with a glare. "If I held on tighter, I would've succeeded," I seethed.

He gave me a scared mixed confused look, making me smile sickly.

"I... have been wanting to kill you since I was 9. You hurt me... took my innocence forcefully. Now... you will pay for it," I say calmly, picking Kindness up.

He stood frozen, watching my every move. I twirl the tip of the knife on my finger, loving how it breaks some skin. He puts his hands up slowly as I walk over to him.

"K-Karla, please... don't hurt me," he begs, tears starting to well up in his hazel eyes. "Oh? Like you've been hurting me for the pass eight fucking years?!" He flinched at the volume, sniffing back the tears that were sliding down his face.

"Please...I'm sorry, okay? Y-You can get me back, but...p-please don't hurt me, Karls," he backs up against the wall and I get closer, poking his chin with the knife.

"'Sorry' doesn't give back what you took. I was fucking nine...NINE! AND YOU RAPED ME AND BEAT ME! YOU DESTROYED EVERY-FUCKING-THING!!! YOU'RE THE REASON WHY I HURT MYSELF! WHY I WANT OTHERS TO HURT ME! YOU HAD ME THINKING IT WAS AL-FUCKING-RIGHT!!"