Don't be afraid, darling ✔[COMPLETED]

Chapter 12: Slow burning

Cassian's POV:
I stood in front of the Carter residence and felt the warm evening breeze caress my face. I wondered if Kiara's caresses would be like the evening breeze.
It was around 7 o'clock in the evening and the light in Illiana Carter's bedroom was glowing brightly.
I smirked. She would be a nice victim. I do enjoy it when my victims squealed and squeaked for me to spare them. And I had a feeling that Illiana was going to do a lot of squealing....
Teleporting to her room would be too mundane. I decided to make my entrance a bit dramatic.
I rang the doorbell twice. The door was opened by a tall, middke aged woman who I assumed was Mrs. Carter.
She looked at me, puzzled, "Yes? Can I help you?"
I gave her my most charming smile, "Hello, Mrs Carter. I'm Cassian Montez, a friend of Illiana's. I just wanted to return a book she had been kind enough to lend me. Is she home?"
The woman smiled rather confusedly, obviously taken aback, "Of course, dear. She's in her bedroom. Go right up."
She gestured to the stairs behind her. I thanked her and started to climb the stairs and distinctly heard her mutter, "But I never caught sight of a single book in Ana's possession in my life..."
I stopped infront of Illiana's room and listened through the closed door.
A high pitched voice was excitedly sqealing, "Oh my god, Derek! You finally got here. I've been waiting since forever!"
Another, lower pitched voice reprimanded her, "Softer, baby! You don't wanna get your mom up here do you? All the fun will be wasted."
So, Miss Grieving Girlfriend is not that grief-stricken, is she?
I willed the door to part a fraction without making a noise. I caught a glimpse of the inappropriate happenings  inside.
Illiana was seated on quarterback Derek Williams's lap, who seemed quite comfortable on the bed. Both had their lips superglued to each other.
Disgusted at the immature, hormonal pigs eating each other's faces, I snapped my fingers.
Immediately, everything went black around us. The last thing I heard was Illiana's confused gasp of, "Was there a power cut?"
I grinned. If only it was something as simple as that.....
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"Where am I?"
She sat up and looked around her. Of course, she couldn't see a thing as I kept the room in total darkness.
"Derek?" She groped around blindly, "Where are you baby?"
"Your baby is right now in your house, getting interrogated by your mom, darling." I slowly walked up to her and crouched down to her level.
She looked at me with a shocked expression, "What the hell? But who are y-" she stopped, on recognizing me, "Oh, Cassian Montez? Did you bring me here?" She batted her lashes at me, trying to flirt with me.
How pathetic.
I played along, "Yes, darling. I brought you here to have some fun."
Illiana twirled her long, black hair around her manicured finger. Did she think she could pull off that move and captivate me like my Kiara did? If so, she had a second thought coming.
"What kind of fun? Did you have something in mind?" She licked her lips seductively. Maybe she thought I was going to kiss her.
Honestly, why did she have such high expectations of me? I had better things to do than dirty my lips with cheap lip gloss and superfial cheerleader.
I smiled at her, "As a matter of fact, I do have something in mind. Something memorable."
With a single wave of my hands, my trusty chains slithered out of the darkness and wrapped themselves around her wrists and ankles.
She gave a scream as the chains forced her to lie flat on her back, "Cassian! What're you doing?"
My smile widened, "Why, having fun! Didn't I say we were gonna have fun? Only, there's a catch."
I brought my face closer to her fearful one, "I'm the one who's gonna be enjoying himself."
I placed my palm flat on her face. As soon as I felt my hand getting warmer, I pressed it harder into the skin of her face. She screamed in pure agony, as my red hot palm burned her.
I laughed at her reaction, "You know what, Illiana? Your boyfriend made the exact same sound when I tore off his arms."
I lifted my hand to see her horrified expression. There was my hand imprinted on her face in bright red and raw pink shades.
She whimpered weakly, "Th-that was y-you?"
"Yes darling. He screamed himself hoarse before he died. But you have a lot of screaming and begging left to do."
With that, I clicked my fingers and the chains turned red hot and dug deeper into the pale skin of her wrists and ankles. She yelled as the burning sensation worked its way up her arms and legs.
"How would you like your body to burn? Slow burning?.." I imagined a thousand candles burning beneath her, searing her gradually. Ugly, mottled red burns appeared in patches on her skin, as the pain washed over her agonizingly slowly, making her howl louder.
"Or spontaneous combustion?" I flicked my fingers and she burst into flames. The orange flames engulfed her body, illuminating her tormentor. However, I made sure they didn't kill her. Not yet.
I had plans for her...
Enjoying the scene in front of me, I sat down on an armchair and placed one leg on my other knee. I poured myself a drink as I watched her thrash around in those chains.
I took a sip, "No hard feelings, darling. I'm just doing this to get my Kiara's attention. Also to make the people of Oakwood realise that I am back. You must not take this to heart."
I willed the flames to stop and looked at her dangerously, "What are you supposed to do, Illiana?"
Badly burned and half dead, she struggled to turn her ruined head in my direction, "Pl-please.... p-p-please...."
She sounded like she was having immense trouble to even speak a word.
"Please what, Illiana?" I asked insistently. I needed to hear it. If she died without saying it, all my efforts would have been futile.
"Please l-let me g-go! Pl-please don't k-kill me! It-it hurts!" She begged for mercy.
I smiled in satisfaction, as I willed for her purse to appear in my hands.
I crouched down to her and whispered softly, "Don't worry, darling. It won't hurt anymore."
Tears streamed down her charred face as my burning chains ended what was left of her life.

Illiana Carter, 17 years old

Author's note
Hi guys! I had to sit with a dictionary next to me to write this chapter. So yeah, Cassian is the unknown guy I was writing about earlier. I'm pretty sure you weren't surprised! 😅😅
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