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SISI
"And how would you know if I died?" I tilt my head to the side, studying her reactions.
"You…" she stammers, and her hands reach out for me once more, probably trying to apply some more of the punishments she'd inflicted on me when I was younger.
There's just one problem.
I'm not a child anymore.
I catch her hands midair, twisting her until my arms around her neck, restricting her airflow.
"I think we have some unresolved issues, Mother Superior," I whisper into her ear. "And I'd like you to cooperate," I continue, grabbing the rosary from the floor and wrapping it around her throat, the beads digging into her flesh.
One glance back, and I motion Vlad to come forward.
He casually saunters up to the altar, immediately immobilizing Mother Superior's limbs to the table.
"And that demon." She spits the word out when she gets a clear view of Vlad. "Of course! I could expect nothing else of you, slumming it with the devil. I told you, didn't I?" She gives a maniacal laugh. "That you'd end up steeped in sin." She sneers atme and before I can help myself, my fist flies down and into her face, knocking her to the side.
Her eyes wide, she looks at me as if she can't believe I just dared to do that.
"Ah, but I'd choose my loyal devil over your facetious God any time of the day," I lean forward. "You who condemn sins, but privately bathes in them. You," my nostrils flare as my anger mounts, "have the audacity to tellmeI'm steeped in sin? As if every inch of your monstrous flesh," I grab her jaw in my hands, tightly holding her so that she cannot avert her eyes, "isn't rotting away as we speak."
"Why are you here, Assisi?" she asks, her gaze definitely meeting mine, "Still having hang-ups about being abandoned?" She laughs, thinking her words will hurt me.
Ah, but she'll have a different revelation tonight.
Stepping away from her, I simply unfasten my habit, letting it fall to the ground to reveal the artillery underneath.
I'm wearing a black latex suit, completely molded to the body to allow for freedom of movement. On every usable inch, there is a knife or gun strapped to my body.
Mother Superior's eyes widen in horror as she takes in my appearance, while Vlad simply whistles in admiration.
"Go get it, hell girl." He winks at me, and I can't help the blush that creeps up my cheeks.
I'd already had a hard time fending off his advances when we'd been getting ready, but now I'm getting positively warmer under his keen gaze, the thought of revenge and sex—in that order—making my breath pick up in excitement.
"We know about the trafficking ring," I start, taking a seat in front of her and unsheathing one blade. "Now, what I don't understand is why you'd involve yourself in this."
She huffs out a breath, turning her head so she's not looking at me. Maneuvering the blade in my hand, I bring it closer toher cheek, letting the tip slowly mold to her flesh, but still not digging in.
"What do you say, will you answer, or will I cut?"
She whips her gaze around at me and I see a hint of fear in her eyes, even as she pretends to be defiant.
"So be it." I shrug, letting the blade slide down until it reaches the collar of her habit. The knife is so sharp it doesn't take much pressure for it to cut into the material, and I follow a straight line until the entire bodice is wide open. She's wearing a shift underneath, so I cut through that too, baring her naked flesh.
Her entire skin is covered in goosebumps from the cold, and a smile plays at my lips as I continue to trail the blade over the surface, misleading her about the time I'llactuallycut into her.
"Hmm, what about Miles? How do you know him?" I ask another question, and a slight tremor in her upper lip alerts me that I might have hit a sensitive spot.
Vlad is watching me like a hawk, his gaze intent on everything I'm doing, but he doesn't interfere. If anything, every time I look his way he gives me a nod of approval that spurs me further.
And so when I see the corner of his mouth curl up, I know he's noted her reaction too.
"That demon over there," I motion toward Vlad, "taught me quite a few things," I say just as I push the blade into the upper part of her breast, "all of which include some degree of pain."