Page 136 of Uprising

“You’re not strong. You’re weak. Pathetic…”

I smash the metal into his body and this time he cries out which I’ll admit gives me all the satisfaction I want in this moment.

“If I am weak then why are you the one tied to a chair?” I taunt.

“It won’t be for long…”

“No?” I reply. “Darius has lost, you have lost, the entire city has risen up against you.”

“Darius would not…”

I laugh then. He thinks so highly of him, doesn’t he?

“He left.” I state. “He flew away like a coward, leaving you to face the consequences.”

His face reacts, he shows his confusion then, albeit briefly.

I toss the chains, letting it crash to the concrete floor. And then I pick up the knife. My fingers fumble but I manage to keep my grip. I want to have the intimacy of this, I want to pinpoint the exact moment I puncture his flesh, I want to feel the blade sliding into his body, cutting him piece by piece.

As I stalk towards him that foul stench gets even worse.

“God,” I murmur. “You really did shit yourself.”

He spits at me but he misses.

“At least when they tortured me I didn’t do that.” I state. “I still kept some dignity.”

He tilts his head his eyes darting to the blade and back to my face. “Who tortured you?”

“That dear man you forced me to marry.” I reply. “He wanted to get Ty to talk, only Ty refused.”

“Ty is not a traitor.”

I laugh, feeling my pain, feeling my grief once more. “He was working with Roman. He was helping him.”

“He’d never…”

“He loved Sofia.” I state. “He loved her and you all were killing her.”

“Yeah? That fucking bitch deserved it.” My father spits.

I snarl, driving the blade into his arm, stabbing right through his flesh, into the wood of the chair. “She was barely more than a child.” I hiss.

He cries out, snarls, as I yank the blade back out and his blood spurts.

“But what I want to know is why Darius had a hit on my dear mother?” I state.

“What?” He says, panting, glaring at me like some beast.

“You heard. He sent someone to do her in. Why is that?”

The look on his face says it all. For the minutest of seconds I can see the confusion, the way he’s trying to see if I’m the one bluffing or not. And then that smirk cuts across his lips.

“Why would I tell you that?” He says.

I shake my head, hearing the lie, knowing him too well now to believe it.

“You don’t know do you?” I retort.

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