The Psychopath's Revenge [Editing]

Chapter 29: Callous

They appear to function reasonably well—as lawyers, doctors, psychiatrists, academics, police officers, cult leaders, military personnel, businesspeople, writers, artists, entertainers and so forth—without breaking the law, or at least without being caught and convicted. ~Robert Hare

"Why did you have to shoot me, you bastard?" Gina asked. She had regained consciousness fifteen minutes back in a basement. She was tied to a chair which was connected to Liana's. They were seated back to back, only their backs couldn't touch. Liana was unconscious. Dylan had just finished telling Gina everything about his revenge. "I didn't tell you to go rob someone's supermarket so stop blaming me for your problems. What did you think, you could just rob someone and expect nothing?"

He slapped her right cheek and even though the pain in her bandaged leg was almost unbearable, she didn't cry. Instead, she turned the other cheek. "Hit me, you moron. That won't bring your family back."

He walked to the other side of the room and picked up a roll of ductape. Undoing a short strip, he put it over her lips. Gina watched the handsome man, sadness in her heart. Her one last chance for happiness had turned out to be a callous psycho intent on ruining her life. Life is so unfair sometimes. One person can make you wish to live forever. That same person can make you wish you were dead. Gina's heartbeat skyrocketed when she him pick up a little candle.

"You think you're so great, huh?" He walked closer, a sadistic grin on his face.

He crouched before her. "I've noticed you don't have a scar on your body. I'm going to kill you but if you survive, I want you to always remember this man whose life you ruined. I'm going to leave you a souvenir, girlfriend."

Gina squirmed and tried to move her leg as he put the flame near her leg. Muffled screams came out when he burned her skin. The pain was so intense she didn't dare look at the wound. Dylan started laughing when he was done. "Now both your legs will have scars forever. Will you say bad things about my family again?"

She shook her head with desperation.

"Well then I'll tell you how my mother taught us to steal. She said we had to kill those who couldn't part with their belongings. How dare they refuse to help poor people like us? We were just giving them a chance to donate. Our lives were terrible and I wanted yours to be even worse, my darling. That's  why I haven't killed you yet. You took away my Mark and Kyla. If I had killed you immediately I settled in this lovely town, your family would've suffered. But, I wanted you to suffer."

He stopped talking when he heard footsteps upstairs. He went to the stairs and looked up. "Oh! It's you. Welcome to the party."

Gina was shocked to see Hellen alive and kicking. Another betrayal which worsened her sudden heartbreak.

"Surprised?" Hellen asked, looking at Gina while hugging Dylan. Her lips parted when she saw Gina's leg and a gun on the table. She pulled away, glaring at Dylan. "Why did you shoot her? What if she dies?"

"I'd be very happy," he told her, shrugging. "She has to end up like RK."

"Where is RK?"

"Hell, I think."

"You killed him!" Hellen took a step back. "Are you going to kill them, too? You said it wouldn't go this far. I don't want to be part of this. You're screwed up."

"You are already part of this," he said, walking towards Hellen.

Gina felt a stir from Liana. She stretched her neck and saw that her friend was conscious.

"I'm leaving," Hellen said, running to the door. Dylan rushed to get the gun and go after her.

Before disappearing, he aimed at Gina's bandaged leg and shot. It started bleeding profusely and she felt so much pain. She leaned back and Liana followed suit so their heads were together, providing some comfort to Gina. She thought she was going to die and no one could save her. At least she would die next to one of the people she loved most in the world. She listened to the sound of struggle upstairs and made muffled sounds to Liana.

The bleeding and pain kept increasing to a point Gina knew she could not handle more. She had become really weak when she heard the sirens. Even that new hope was not strong enough to keep her conscious.