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ᴠᴇɴᴛɪꜱᴇᴛᴛᴇ - ᴘᴀꜱᴛ

Some people are so used to enduring pain and anguish, that they no longer feel it. They feel numb. Empty. ~ Unknown.

Valentinia:

Past (3 years ago).

Recap:

"I win. I told you not to underestimate me. I guess you don't know me after all, Mr Morelli." I stated, smirking.

***

An ominous expression smother's his face and he begins to laugh hysterically; however, it wasn't a cheerful laugh. It was a menacing, hidden meaning type of laugh, more like a sinister cackle. It confused the hell out of me, but it also caused me to turn rigid in obliviousness.

Why was he laughing? He just got stabbed for Christ's sake. I thought, dumbfounded with his odd behaviour.

"What do you find so amusing?" I questioned, confused.

Still chucking he said,

"Sei Una Stronza. Did you think that by 'stabbing' me in thigh it would cause me much damage? At least try aiming for the heart or abdomen, Valentinia. This- He said pointing to where the knife was still embedded in his thigh.

- is nothing. It's just a tiny scratch. Did you think that this would hurt me? I've endured much more severe amounts of pain than this, little one. Much more. Did you think that this would hurt my feelings?

Aw, well you were sadly mistaken, Bambina. You just made me angrier. Furious you could even say. And do you know who I am going to acquit all of my anger upon?" He asked, mockingly. He was walking towards me, perfectly. He wasn't even showing any sign of a limp, it was as if I hadn't just stabbed him five minutes prior. It left me in a state of bewilderedness.

His question caused my eyebrows to scrunch up, confusedly. However, I was aware of what the answer was. He wasn't directing that question towards me, he was teasing me, testing me, mocking me because he knew that I already knew the answer.

A callous smirk masked his face, his eyes were flooded with a perverse demeanour. Knowing that I wasn't going to reply. So, he answered it for me, just like he wanted to do.

"You, Valentinia. I mean it is only fair this way as you caused me to become enraged. Therefore, you will receive some of my wraths, not at my worst, but partly." He stated, a slither of menace could be traced in his tone.

"It's not my fault that you are incapable of controlling your temper." I retaliate, a smirk now etching itself upon my face. On the other hand, he was suppressed as soon as he heard my response.

"Maybe not, but I can control you." He stated, with a satisfied look adorning his face, as if he had just won something. By now he is standing directly in front of me, blood dripping from the wound in his thigh, collecting in a poodle around his feet.

"Are you feeling okay, Mr Morelli?" I asked, with a fake expression of concern shadowing my face.

"I mean, you have lost a substantial amount of blood there. Are you feeling faint? You have gone a little pale." I continued to mock him. My lips pursed. I couldn't stop the smile from gathering on my face at his condition.

He growled, obviously maddened by my teasing nature.

"How are you going to take your anger out on me now? Are you even capable of walking on your own, or do you need some assistance? A walking stick, maybe?" I continued, trying to stop my lips from curving up into another smile.