I didn’t even realize I had been shot until Adela pointed it out to me and made me promise I would go to the hospital. At least now that Gia has fixed me up I won’t bleed to death tonight.
We both sit on the edge of the bath for a while, neither speaking or looking at each other. Occasionally she glances at me in the mirror out of the corner of her eye. She wants to say more. I can see it, but she knows I won’t answer.
I can’t answer even if I wanted to.
Slowly Gia stands. She licks her lips, turning to me with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
Any other day I would revel in that look. I would do almost anything to see it. But tonight it does nothing for me.
She drops the towel. I watch as it puddles on the floor.
She clears her throat, and my gaze travels upward over her thin legs that used to be scattered with heavy bruises. Now the bruises have lightened to the point of almost disappearing. The red cuts have turned to thin scars.
My eyes hover for a second over her pussy that appears to already be swollen and dripping. I don’t allow my eyes to linger. If I had sex with her right now, I would destroy her. But as my eyes travel further up over her perky breasts and her red lips, I’m lost to my own darkness.
I couldn’t get my revenge tonight, but I’m desperate to take it out on her. I can’t drink the whiskey, but maybe if I drink her, I’ll be able to forget. If only for a few minutes. Or I’ll pass out afterward from the ecstasy.
“Use me,” she says, her voice strong and determined.
Her words are exactly what I want to hear, but I know if I give in, I won’t be able to hold back. I will ruin her. Destroy her. She will hate me more than she hates Dante.
“No.” My voice rolls through the room bouncing off the walls. It took everything inside me to say it, and I don’t have the strength to repeat it. But my voice tells her that. If she doesn’t leave, I will demolish her.
She swallows hard, considering my unsaid words with every breath.
“I want to see your monster.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t think you are one.”
“Last chance.” My voice is heavy with my final warning.
“Show me the darkest part of you. Show me the worst. Show me how bad you truly are.”
She’s testing me. Trying to release me, thinking if the worst part of me is out, then when my best returns, I’ll let her go. It’s a horrible plan because she won’t survive the night.
I grab her smooth, slippery body and force her against the bathroom wall.
She gasps, her mouth wide and open as her head hits the wall roughly bouncing off.
I know it hurt, but the darkness doesn’t care. I like the pain, the suffering, the agony. It matches my own and stops me from feeling alone.
“Your darkness doesn’t scare me.”
“It should.”
I squeeze her neck tightly, watching the tiniest bit of panic in her eyes. But she doesn’t struggle against me. She lets me suck the oxygen from her throat. I squeeze until she is on the verge of panicking. I’ve seen the look in her eyes before.
I saw it the first time she was with Dante. She didn’t fight because it turned him on, but her eyes said she was defiant. She would survive.
She’s wearing the same look now.
An idea forms in my head. A dark and dangerous one.
“Stand here and don’t move.” I turn and walk out of the bathroom, heading to my living room. I pull a security camera from a box I keep under the coffee table and carry it back to the bedroom. I flick the light on but don’t actually turn it on. Gia won’t know that though.
Then, I start gathering everything. A whip, rope, candles, and a knife. I lay them out on the bed so she will see them all when she enters. She wants the worst. She’s about to get it.