“I wonder how many begged you for that,” I sneer, even as I pass over his gun. He takes it and shoots, ending her life. It’s too easy a death if you ask me.
“We should go,” I murmur as we stand side by side, viewing her dead, splayed form. “Won’t the police be here… Wait, shouldn’t they be here already?”
“Spider stopped them. We have sources on the inside,” he explains.
“She deserved more,” I reply. “She should have suffered like they did, like I did, known what it was like.”
“It’s over,” is all he says, but I can’t walk away. I see that blonde’s face in my eyes, the one I’ll never know the name of. Whose life I took to save her. I see the countless other scared, empty, angry faces.
I have to do something. Dipping my fingers in her blood, I move to the wall behind her. They have to know. She deserves to be humiliated, embarrassed, exposed, and violated like we were. The unknown masses, the ghosts of her organisation.
She betrayed her fellow women.
I feel Idris watching me as I drag my fingers down the wall, writing a message. It’s not eloquent, but they have to know. If any survived, they have to know. I hope they see this. And for those who are part of this, who did this, they should see this too, should see what happens to those who are like her.
They suffer.
I have to re-dip my fingers a few times in her cooling blood, but when it’s finished, I step back and stare at the message, feeling slightly better.
I died screaming, like the countless women I helped traffic.
We are coming for you. Evil never wins.
There.
I grab her phone from her bag, take a picture, and then leak it online. She’s in the front, naked and exposed. It’s a cruel, horrible thing to do, but I don’t give a fuck if it makes me as evil as her. I’m no fucking hero, I’m a goddamn villain. She,theymade me one.
I’ll be a monster to stop people like them so no other woman has to go through what I did, so no more families are ruined.
So the women of this city are safe.
I’ll become the very word carved into my stomach.
Bitch.