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“Oh, the feds have nothing to do with this, Kyle. Don’t you remember me?” I ask, my tone light but taunting as I take a step to the right, moving idly through the mirrored room.
He cocks his head to the side.
“You’re that fed’s girlfriend. Surely he’s not stupid enough to piss me off and leave me all alone with someone so fragile.”
His eyes drop down my body, the look in his eyes all too familiar as his gaze sweeps over me, leering, contemplative, calculated. “You really don’t want to do this, SSA Bennett! You have no idea what I’m capable of!” he calls out. “Playing games with me will end badly,” he goes on.
A voice comes over the com, as Jake decides to play a part.
“Actually, the feds are hours away, Davenport. Hope you don’t expect Daddy to save you tonight.”
Kyle tenses, looking around. He recognizes Jake’s voice, yet hasn’t placed mine. Well, that’s just insulting.
“Jacob Denver?” Kyle asks, confused as he looks around. “The fucking hell do you think you’re doing?” he demands, slamming his fist against the glass.
“Helping me reap a debt that’s long overdue,” I answer, smirking when his dark glare returns to me.
He tilts his head, and he starts coming right at me. “You want to fucking play? Let me show you what a mistake that is,” he growls.
“Please try,” I mock.
He lunges suddenly, and I dart to the side, bringing my foot up just in time to connect with his stomach. He barely gives himself time to recover before he’s grappling for me again, but it’s like watching a child fight with a teenage bully-the teenage bully being me.
With quick succession, I deliver one blow after another, my fist colliding with his nose; my knee making contact with his ribs. His cry of pain is like sweet music to my demented ears.
As I spin, my foot comes around, catching him on the side of the face hard enough to cause blood to fly from his mouth. His body spirals around and he collides with the glass, leaving a bloody smear before dropping to the ground.
As he spits up his blood, he glares over at me.
“Who the fuck are you?”
The music starts playing through the com; my mother’s voice wafts over us, serenading this moment with past memories that have his eyes widening and his features paling.
That song is what the Scarlet Slayer has been tormenting the town with. He’s starting to figure things out slowly.
He scrambles back, crab-walking right into the wall where he has no more room to run.
“I’m the girl you thought you broke,” I say quietly, taking a step toward him as his body seizes in delicious fear. “I’m the girl you took too much from.” Another step from me, and a pained sound from him as he tries to stand, but falls back down in his haste. “I’m the girl you thought you killed.”
He finally gets to his feet, and my fist shoots out, connecting with his face over and over as he weakly tries to shield himself.
I finally grab his hair and slam his face into the glass, knowing Jake is on the other side and enjoying this like I am.
“I’m the girl who finally ends your reign of terror.”
“No,” he groans, wincing when I slam his face into the wall again. Then I grab his hair, jerking his head back, letting him see the bloody reflection of his face staring back at him.
“I’m going to let you watch every fucking second of it, just like you did for Marcus.”
He cries out in pain when I wrench his arm back hard enough to dislocate it from its socket, using just the right angle.
He turns and tries to hit me with his good hand, but it’s a pathetic swing that I dodge with too much ease.
“So weak,” I taunt. “All those women were hurt by such a weak man.”
His eyes darken, and a sick smile spreads over my lips as a knife slides to my feet, accompanied by the sound of the door shutting and sealing again.
“I think I’ll join you on this one,” Jake says as he nears.
Kyle dives for the knife, but I pick it up and kick him away, ignoring the burning tears trying to breach my eyes. I’ve envisioned this moment for so long, but he’s so much weaker than I remember.
I remember the strength he held us down with. His words coming back to me as Jake wrestles the screaming Kyle to the ground, restraining his arms just the way he held us restrained.
“Oh, you’re going to love this, baby. Just like you used to.”
I grab the knife, and I slam it down on one finger, listening to the ripe screams that follow. A shudder slithers through me, the high of revenge oozing through my veins with a tangible presence.
It takes a little effort, but the knife finally cracks through the fragile bone, and another bloodcurdling scream is released into the box.
Jake smirks as I hold up the first finger.
“Hold her down! Hold Marcus down too. This is going to be fun.”
“This is going to be fun,” I say, echoing his words from the past as I shove the finger into his mouth and hold my hand down as I clutch his nose. I straddle his body to hold him steadier, and listen as he gags and chokes on his own finger that I cut off mid-knuckle.
He fights it hard, but the instinct to swallow finally overrides all else, and I release him after his throat works painfully to take the finger down.
As soon as I release him, he vomits, turning his head to the side as tears run down his face.
“Don’t get sick, Victoria,” Kyle taunts as I retch, spilling my guts on the pavement, then forced to wallow in it as he holds me down for Lawrence to have his turn. “We’re just getting started.”
“Don’t get sick, Kyle. We’re just getting started,” I say, slicing through another finger, taking one more digit that once held me in place.
As he cries out, more memories assault me, and tears of pure hatred skid down my cheeks unexpectedly.
“The daughter of a whore and a fucking pussy. You see, I know your dad never had the balls to kill those women. I just don’t care. Now take it, Victoria. Take it and shut the hell up.”
“Take it!” I shout, slicing through another finger. “Take it and shut the hell up!”
Jake holds him down harder as I work through all ten fingers, then tie up the damage, preventing him from bleeding too much.
Kyle is a sobbing mess, but I wasn’t lying. We’re just getting started.
“Your turn, Tyler. Saddle up. It’s bareback and fun tonight,” Kyle goads, grabbing my naked crotch and then slapping it. “It’s getting a little worn out.”
“This is for me,” I hiss, slicing the blade down his torso, scooting back as he screams in agony. The slice is just shallow enough to burn like fire but not deep enough to bleed too much.
Another memory surfaces, one that has my heart being suffocated and squeezed to death.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Carlyle. But it seems like the damage done to your internal organs and the life saving measures they took at the hospital have prevented you from ever being able to have children. They were forced to perform an emergency hysterectomy.”
More tears cascade down my cheeks as I slice him to the side, slowly flaying a piece of flesh from his body like the monstrous pro I’ve become.
“This is for my father,” I tell him, carving another section.
“Your father was weak. He cried as my dad’s guys took turns. Oh, let me tell you everything they did and how your father cried like a little bitch.”
I peel back a square of flesh, removing it from his body. Barely any blood flows because of how perfectly executed it is, but he still screams and cries, because it burns like hell.
He’ll be skinned alive before I’m done.
“His ass is tighter than her cunt, if anyone wants a turn on that. He’s a fucking faggot, so he’s enjoying it,” Kyle says while laughing.
“Did you get shit on your dick?” Morgan taunts.
“Nah. Just needed to feel something that worn out whore can’t provide. She stopped being tight the first time I shoved my dick in her.”
Another piece of flesh is carved away, and Jake continues to restrain Kyle as my tears grow more fervent and feverish, burning my own flesh.
“I took your virginity a long time ago. It’s only right that I take this too,” Kyle says, flipping me to my stomach as I cry out, forcing the tears back as he pushes me up on my knees and spreads my butt cheeks.
“Please don’t!” I scream.
“Beg, whore. Won’t do you any good. No one cares.”
“Please stop!” Kyle cries out as I wave another square of flesh in front of his eyes.
“Beg, whore. Won’t do you any good,” I whisper darkly. “No one cares.”