Page 63 of Doll's Eye

Come and get me, boys.

I bide my time patiently, preparing to strike when they get closer and their defenses are down. Totally taking them off guard as I throat-punch the guy closest to me and go to attack the next one. I get him in the groin and then in his throat, too, when he’s distracted. But that’s only half of them.

The other two are smart enough not to allow me time to turn on them, and one tries to grab me from behind, but I’m quicker as I duck out of his way and I side kick him as hard as I can right between his ribs and hipbone where I know there’s a gap in his vest there. As soon as I make contact and he howls in agony, the last guy charges me. I can be the best fighter out there, but when a man uses their weight against me, I’m fucked.

We go down to the ground hard, and I’m easily overpowered with his pure strength. The other guys are all slowly getting up around me, and I really start to panic inside. I should’ve gone for a knife sooner, probably after putting down the second guy. I wanted to impair them first before pulling out my only weapons, giving them less of a chance to be able to swiftly disarm me.

Fuck, I should’ve been smarter. Should’ve been faster.

The sorry fuck that has me pinned down leans in and murmurs something in Russian, licking his lips. The rest move in around me and chuckle as they murmur their agreement to whatever he says.

“Zhopu porvu margala vikoliu, suka,”I’ll rip your ass and poke out your eyes, bitch, I sneer one of the only sayings I know in Russian and top it off with a massive wad of spit to the center of his ugly face.

The other men all cackle like hyenas, but the one wiping my spit from his face is unamused. He cranks his arm back to sock my right in the jaw, knocking my head to the side, and the instant taste of copper bursts on my taste buds.

I snap my head back in place to look him in the eye as if unfazed. I was pissed before, but now I’m ireful. “You all will fucking pay for this. We don’t simply killporcaslike you.”Pigs. “We make you our bitch,” I spit.

They chuckle around me. “Looks like we bagged ourselves the crazy one,” the man still on top of me says. “We were hoping toenjoy you and your sister together. Where did the littlezaychikrun off to, huh?”Bunny.

“Eat a dick,” I seethe. And he will…his own, that is.

He grins, and I can feel the others licking their chops, eager for a taste.Okay, Alessia. Time to think with your tits here.

Out of breath, I finally stop struggling against him as if I can’t anymore. They laugh at me, and one guy bends down to tear my dress down abruptly. The straps easily snapping, and both of my breasts pop out. They all hoot and nod in approval. The same man who ripped my dress reaches down and gropes both breasts with his dirty hands. Bile instantly rises, but I numb my mind to it all. All I concentrate on is blood.

“I’m going to save you for last when I get out of this, you fucking bitch,” I hiss, and the man on top of me punches me square in the face, taking me completely by surprise and making me see stars.

That’s going to leave a mark.

He sneers something in Russian, and I gather up a big wad of blood and spit in my mouth and fling it up at him. When he wipes away my spit from his face for the second time with his shoulder, I’m a tad bit rattled despite my grin. I probably shouldn’t have done that. I planned on playing it cool and getting them to relax, but I can only take so much without reacting. Plus, I need to get rid of some of the blood in my mouth anyway.

The man still holding me down makes the grave mistake of removing one hand from my arm that he had pinned at my side to wind up and punch me in the cheek, snapping my head to the side. I don’t even have time to shake it off or even feel its effects as I go for one of my knives, and once again, they don’t see it coming as I shove it home, right between his legs thrusting upwards. My teeth clench, and my nostrils flare as my arm shakes from using so much force, and his mouth falls open in asilent scream. The other men are all frozen in shock to react in time.

My father always told me never to hesitate. It’ll cost me my life, and he was right because the men here who have hesitated let me arm myself with the now dickless man’s gun and start shooting before he’s even slumped over. I effortlessly take two out, and when the last one turns and starts to run like a coward, I take my other throwing knife out of its holster, and I throw it with precision, and it lands like a dart in the back of his neck.

Wow. I have killed a lot of men today.

Shoving dickless the rest of the way off me as he whimpers and moans in pain, I get to my feet and swipe at the blood coming from my nose with the back of my hand. Picking my knife up off the floor, I kick him over to his back as he’s trying to cup his hands around his crotch, where a river of blood is coming from.

I stand over him, grinning. “Do you know what happened to the last man that tried to defile me?” He tries growling something I don’t understand because I don’t speak fucking Russian. “You heard I’m crazy right?” I get down on my knees and I raise my knife above my head, then arc it downwards as I drive it right through one of his cupped hands. He howls out and removes it as he stares at it in horror, shaking like a leaf. “That’s because I am fucking crazy. Do you know how I got such reputable status?” He attempts to drag himself away, now blubbering, begging for mercy. My grin turns sinister as I stab him in the thick muscular part of his thigh above his kneecap to end his retreat. He cries out in agony, foaming at the mouth. “You’re about to find out.”

With my hand still gripping the hilt of my knife that’s embedded in his leg, I crawl on my knees to him and then sit back. With too much enthusiasm, I tear open the crotch of his pants, and without even a second to pause, I slice through what’s left of his tiny pecker, dismembering him with one cut. His jawbecomes unhinged as he screams out and gurgles on his own blood.

He miraculously tries again to escape me, and I get up with a maniacal grin. Slowly stalking him, he tries desperately to drag himself across the carpet, staining it a crimson red. His will for survival is impressive.

He finally comes to a stop, too weak and quickly bleeding out. I crouch down near his head and tilt mine to one side. “Consider this a mercy,fica. If I let you live, you’d spend a lifetime down in the catacombs where you would endure pain for many years to come.” My lips thin as my teeth clench, and I shove his own cock inside of his mouth, stuffing it as far down as it can go. It doesn’t take long for him to choke to death on it, and I rip his shirt open.

“ALESSIA!!” Massimo’s voice bellows out from somewhere inside of the house.

I ignore the shouting as I gingerly carve my pretty initials into his chest. I go to sit back to admire my handy work when something out of the corner of my eye catches my attention. The guy that went down with my knife in the back of his neck is still alive. Not for long, though.

“Alessia! Gemma!” my brothers all start shouting.

I thought that maybe I had gone deaf when I heard the gunfire finally die down, or perhaps I was tuning it all out in a state of fear. You know, the whole about to be gang raped then killed thing.

I stomp over to the pitiful sack of shit and take my knife out of him before kicking him over to his back. Blood dripping from his mouth, he spits some Russian up at me, and the veil of calmness I’ve been wearing gives.

I completely black out.

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