She hadn’t known what he’d planned to do that day, truly believing it would be her final breaths.
He’d beaten her.
He’d told her over and over again that the only reason he hadn’t raped her was because I would never forgive him for it. That the knowledge that a man had been inside my sister would be enough to keep me from allowing myself to love him.
Always precious Isa.
He told her if she hadn’t made herself useful, he would have allowed his men to take turns with her. But she told me it wasn’t only her desperation for freedom that drove her to make the switch, but the outright desire to see me suffer the way Hugo had promised all those months ago.
“And while you’re suffering, while Dima is shoving his cock so far up your ass that you feel like you can’t breathe, I hope you remember that I’ll be with your preciousRafe.It will be me in his bed. Me taking him inside me at night and me that he can’t get enough of. I want you to know that you were never special to him, and I want you todiewith that knowledge haunting you. I hope you never find peace, dear sister,” she said, leaning toward the camera. “Just like me.”
The screen went black.
My guilt couldn’t outweigh the pure hatred that flooded my veins with her parting words. With her determination to blame me for a ruined life that she’d caused with her own toxicity and bullshit.
If,when, I saw Odina again, I would cut her throat myself.