Page 76 of The Filth Kings

“I don’t treat people like them.” He cut me off.

“You don’t but in your own fucked up way you do. I bet you make people scared with just how you stare at them. They do something that you don’t like…” I snapped my fingers.

“You kill them…that’s not how shit goes. I mean at least beat somebody ass, death cannot always be the answer.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him.

His eyes softened, and a small smile cracked through.

“One step at a time.” He ran his hand down his face out of frustration.

“Yes, one step at a time. Keep reminding yourself as well that you are not your trauma,” I stated quietly but firmly.

I turned slowly on my side and scooted back into him then closed my eyes. I wanted my words to settle in his head like a promise. I stifled a yawn and thought of something else to say, just to add a little seasoning to the words I spoke seconds ago.

“Don’t let them win by staying the way that you are now forever.”

Thirty-Five

“M—Monster?”Jalissa’s voice cracked; her head bobbed from side to side, as her chin rubbed up against her chest every couple of seconds.

The chains that kept her locked in place against the wall dug into her flesh. She whimpered and sobbed lowly. It amazed me how even her being in distress, chained, and beaten badly by Impurity for days straight, her face still held some sort of glow that highlighted her beauty.

Impurity had his men capture Jalissa soon as Mr. Herringbone reported back to him about her reappearance. I felt like I didn’t have to tell Detavio that from that day forward, I had my men watching Impurity’s every move from the inside out and the out. Impurity wanted to force Jalissa to be back with him. She despised him so much that she refused, so in return, Impurity started to torture her.

“What!” My voiced boomed.

I rocked back in forth in an old worn rocking chair that collected too much dust to try to inhale. As bad as I wanted to see these two suffer, I was tired of them and ready to off them.

“I saved you…h—how could you turn on me and?—”

“Shut the fuck up!” I snapped my eyes her way.

My voice boomed so loudly, Impurity’s dogs’ ears perked up. They stood and tried to charge me but was snatched back violently from the chains that was tied a little too tight around their necks.

“Five days...” I pointed her way.

“You been saying the same shit for five fucking days. Not once did you tell me thank you. So, I think you should say it. I want you to say… Thank you, Monster… for finding me chained up in Impurity’s room then bringing me to his sick underground bunker to continue my torture.” I smiled sinisterly.

“I want you to look at me and say that shit with your chest. I just might unchain you then let you lay on the ground over there…” I pointed over toward Impurity.

He was chained down to the dirty ground, his body was limp as he snored lightly on his side with dry cracked blood that decorated his busted lip and broken nose. His naked body disgusted me; the bruises that decorated his ashy ass skin wasn’t enough to satisfy me at all. I could have ended all of this days ago…Instead, I decided to carry it all out for five days. I wasn’t sure if I wanted it all to end tonight. Within the first five hours of me arriving, my men slaughtered every guard that attempted to stand their weak ass ground against me.

Each day, I instructed my men to spill lighter fluid all around Arkville, they put it around Impurity’s estate, the woods, and on the inside of his house. When they died, so did Arkville. It would be up to the city to decide what they wanted to do with this city.

Impurity’s prisoners were set free. I left it up to Detavio to take good care of them and find them some sort of placement. There were about two people that had sick ass fetishes, or maybe it was Stockholm syndrome. They didn’t want to leave but had no other choice. I was running off of six hours of sleep in total for the five days that I spent coming here. I went home to a cranky Natavi just to eat her food, check on her, then come back to Arkville. She was pregnant, I knew it from the way she acted. Her titties was super sensitive and she had mood changes like crazy.

“Fuck you! You sick g bastard!” Jalissa spat with the little bit of strength she could muster up inside of her.

My dry chuckle turned into a delirious laugh; I laughed so hard that I started to cough. I hawked up enough spit, and shot it her way.

“I’m no bastard, both of my parents are still here… for now.” I clicked my teeth tauntingly.

“Come to find out Octavia…Or should I say Octavio, is doing quite well for himself. He went through a procedure to get his breast removed. He’ll be looking like the man he always wanted to be in no time. Once the two of you are out the way, Detavio, Octavio, and I are going to forget all about you. You thought you had a daughter…It’s the dumb shit for me—” I stopped myself abruptly, soon as that stupid shit left my mouth.

I had been around Natavi for too long, her vocabulary started to take its toll on me. Her favorite word was, ‘Period’ or ‘For me’. I laughed inwardly and vowed to never say no feminine shit like that again.

“What did you do to my baby! I swear when I get out of?—”

“You won’t get out of those chains, you will burn tied in them… trust me, you’ll never see the same baby that you poisoned for years again. You sick ass bitch!” I stood to my feet.

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