Bloody Hearts

Chapter 8

"Good." I stepped back and climbed on top of him. I began to kiss all over his body, making my way down to his erection. I stopped myself and looked at his lewd face.

"Now Izuku, I'm sure you know exactly how this feels already. I mean, you didn't mind doing it with someone else months ago."

"Wh- what.. How do you know about that.."

"I have my ways." I giggled.

"I- it was a mistake, Ochako.."

"Then explain to me why you brought another woman into our bed, multiple times after the first time.."

"I..."

I positioned myself so I was sitting up on his lap, staring into his confused eyes.

"Mhm. And could you also explain to me all of those lies you told..."

"What the hell are you talking about..."

"I know about everything you did... all of those things you hid from me. Why Izuku... why couldn't you just tell me the truth.."

"For fucks sake Uraraka, I just wanted to protect you!"

"So murdering my father for some extra cash is your definition of protection.... Who the hell does that for their own Wife!! You slept around with every woman that walked past you...  You would do everything for money, even though we were already above being financially stable! "

"I..... Stop Ochako, you're scaring me..."

"You should be fucking scared of me, you heartless asshole."

I lifted my dress, revealing the gun holster.

"What the fuck are you doing!!"

"Giving you what you deserve.."

I pulled the dagger out of it's pocket, gripping it tightly. Izuku squirmed underneath me, but he couldn't move because of the restraints. I brought the knife closer to his face.

"No.. NO stop!"

I slashed his cheek, seeing crimson ooze travel down his face from the wound. He sucking his teeth from the pain.

"Tell me Izuku.. How did my father look when you took his life..."
Another slash.

"How horrified was he..."

Slash.

"How scared was he.."

Slash.

"What were his last words..."

Slash.

"How did those other women's faces look as you fucked someone other than your wife..."

Slash.

"STOP YOU SICK BITCH!!"

"I'm the sick one..? Aw that's too bad. But I'm in control now.." My tone became more serious in the last sentence.

Red was pouring out of multiple spots on his body. I smirked at the pain he was feeling, his screams of terror gave me life. I decided it was time, I was tired of toying around with him.

I lifted my dress once again, now pulling out the cold, metal pistol.

"Ochako! No please... please I'm begging you. I'm so sorry for everything.."

"You didn't give my dad mercy, so why should I give it to you." I said as I lined the barrel up with the center of his forehead.

"Please... This won't make you feel any better by doing this.."

"See that's where you're wrong.."

My finger wrapped around the trigger.

I pressed the gun harder against his head as he screamed out in agony.

I squeezed the trigger.

"Happy Valentines Day, mother fucker."