A Partisan's Fight - COMPLETED!

Chapter Thirteen

Content Warning! This chapter does contain graphic violence in retaliation to the previous rape scene.

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It didn't take long to figure out the pattern of the rapist. He was definitely a regular to the pub that Mina had been at. It didn't take long for Aldrik to find a pattern. The man traveled the same route nearly every day to the same places. He was very habitual, targeting others that seemed like likely targets. It was disgusting.

The darkness quickly became Mina's best friend as she waited for her captor. It was his turn to be the victim. His turn to feel helpless and weak. His turn to not be heard. Her palm was hot and sweaty as she tightened her grip on the knife. Remembering all of her reasons why she needed to do this. Cold feet weren't an option.

Aldrik had taken his place somewhere further away from her. After some arguing, he agreed to let her take the lead on this. He didn't like being the back-up, but he respected her need to feel in control. She respected that. He had no reason to let her do this. In fact, with all of the rules about women staying home and just being mothers and housewives this was in complete defiance of what her social norm should be. If she got caught the consequences had the possibility of being quite severe. It was worth that risk though. She couldn't live with herself if she sat back and did nothing.

Her breath caught in her throat. He was right on time. He paused as he neared her. Could it be possible that he could hear her heart pounding? That's all that she could hear. She held her breath, hoping that the sound would go away. She wouldn't let this moment pass by. She'd rush him if she had to.

She was trembling as he picked up his feet and stumbled her way. Of course he was intoxicated. How could someone live sober with the things that he'd done? There was no way that it wasn't affecting him. It had to be. There's no way he could be cruel enough where he didn't feel any remorse.

His empty eyes were close enough for her to focus on. It took only a moment for her to reveal herself from the shadows and slide her knife up under the soft spot of his throat. She didn't hesitate. Not when he gasped in surprise. Not when he asked her to spare his life. The recognition when he got a clearer look at her was unmistakable. He knew why she was there. That's what she wanted. She didn't want to be another random victim of who knew how many. She wanted him to remember her face. Remember that she was the one to destroy him.

"What are you going to do?" The knife was tight enough against his throat to make him not be able to shift his gaze to fully make eye contact. Blood trickled down from the sharp blade. He held his head at an uncomfortable angle, patiently waiting for her to say something. Anything.

Mina waited. She wanted him to sweat. Wondering if those moments were going to be his last. That's what she had felt. Why shouldn't he feel the same?

She pushed him back a bit with her free hand. He backed up as the knife pointed deeper in his throat. She wanted him in the alley and out of sight. The moment she felt comfortable with their distance from the alley opening, she opened her mouth. "Get on your knees." Her voice was low. Deadly. Ready to slit his throat if things went sideways.

"W...Wh...What?"

"Do it!" She screamed at him, breaking her control.

The man began to obey. His eyes were wide. Fearful. He may not have been completely sober, but there was no way these acts didn't sober him up at least a little bit. He got down on his knees, refusing to look up at her. His head hung in shame.

"Doesn't feel so good being on your knees, does it?" Mina watched his reaction. Feeding off of his fear. Enjoying every torturous second for him. "Lie down on your back."