Page 40 of Viparious

Reaching her in three easy steps, she tries to run but still has a weak knee from Len’s visits. Kicking into the back of her right leg, she goes down with a crack, and I pull her back up by her hair.

“Answer my fucking question, you stupid fucking bitch!”

I drag her with me to her favorite window where she would sit and judge me. Her nails dig into the back of my hand, and I press my full weight down as I step on her calf. She’s going to burn, and I might be kind enough to allow her to die beforehand if she opens her fucking mouth.

There’s a scream, but it’s dulled at the memories staring back at me, and I know how to hurt the cunt. Her nose is pushed flat against her face as I push her into the glass. She can’t look away and I give her the part of her life she was unaware of.

“Did you know Anika would watch Len fuck you? You would be in this fucking window and his family would be forced to see you get on your knees and suck his filthy dick.” Her sobs are louder, but it is fucking nothing compared to the pain inside of me. “They’d laugh together, talk about how desperate you were.” She flinches again as I move closer, and my voice drops, “Then Anika would stand right on the other side, staring into your house, while Len fuckedher. She would screamyourname, hoping you looked over.”

The stubborn bitch doesn’t open her fucking mouth and my fist flies out, landing squarely on the back of her head.

I can’t control myself. I need her to be in pain. She could have fucking helped. I asked her to fucking help. To give me one hour, that’s all I needed, and everything would be different.

She drops to the floor, to her knees where she’s comfortable, and my leg rocks back, hitting straight into her face. Her back slams into the dining chair set around her shitty table that no one would ever eat at because she’s a vapid cunt that has no one. I have the sense to close the door to prevent anyone from interfering before I go back to her and grab a handful of her hair to lift to her feet. She sways, dazed, from one fucking punch.

“Do you know I still can’t remember your name?” I muse, “After all these years, I don’t know your name because you were only ever Len’s whore.”

Her sobs get louder, emotional pain tearing at her where physical has failed.

So, I keep pressing against it.

“He would call you that too. When he would get in arguments with his wife, he would tell her that he was going to visit his whore. Then he would leave your house, walk the few short steps, and go back to his wife. He would fuck her while recounting her every disgusting and filthy thing you allowed him to do to you.”

My fist slams into her stomach, and she forces out her bullshit lies.

“I was going to help.”

It ends on a wheeze as the air is knocked out of her. My voice lowers, it’s darker and more deadly.

“But you didn’t.”

All she had to do was give me one hour, sixty minutes, then Vanya would be alive, and I would be something different. I would have my heart, and I’d be able to keep my wife. Everything comes back to that one moment, something inconsequential to this dumb fucking cunt, but it will forever be the defining moment of my life. More than the fuckers who forced me to my knees, or the days I would wake up with blood and cum all over me. I had one moment of hope in my life, one thing I wanted, and it was robbed from me.

She cries louder, and her eyes open wide, pleading with me.

“He would have killed me! If I helped you, he would have killed me. Everyone knew to stay away from you because of what he would have done.”

I let her have the hope she’s going to survive, only to kill it like she did to me. She drops to her feet and nearly collapses as the chairs clatter from the force of her falling back. I take a step forward and grab her face, her teeth moving under my fingers from the force of my hold.

“Don’t lie and pretend to be afraid. We both know the only thing you were scared of was Len not wanting your dried up cunt anymore. You’re weak. Nothing. You lived with nothing more than the scraps you could take from whoever was willing and I’m going to free you of that disease.”

Her tears slip over my fingers, and I watch them with disgust as I push my fingers harder into her skin. “Who were they?”

She shakes her head and I press harder, bending her backwards over the table and take out my knife. The whimpers aren’t heard as I make a small cut below her jaw that won’t kill her too soon.

“Answer my fucking question, you worthless cunt!”

She shakes, forcing her disgusting blood and tears to touch me.

Letting her face go, I drive my elbow down into her eye. It hurts like a bitch, and the soft tissue dips upon impact. It was Len’s favorite move, so she should be used to it since she would watch him beat us. But there’s a difference between being a spectator and the one experiencing the searing pain and blurred vision.

She becomes more dazed and slips against the aged wood as I straighten. There are three large pillar candles in the middle of the table. They’ve fallen due to her need to fucking move. I’m helpful and grab two of them as the other rolls with the dumb bitch jolting the table.

She’s passing out and I step back, waiting, knowing the next stage of my vengeance requires her to talk. As soon as her lashes flutter, I pick her up by the front of her cardigan and drop her flat against the table. There’s rope sitting at the bottom of a bookcase with a thick layer of dust on it. I use it to tie each of her limbs to a leg of the table and begin carving into her flesh. I don’t want to scar myself for the rest of my short life, so I only cut away part of her clothes. The parts that won’t reveal her nasty ass body I’ve seen too many times.

I dig the tip of the knife between her ribs and her lashes flutter. The screams are delayed as I bring her back to consciousness. They come later once she’s fully back in her body and I twist, puncturing her lung as I grit, “Who. Were. They.”

She thrashes, attempting to free herself. I look at a spot on the wall as I pull the hem of her dress up. I don’t have gloves, but the candles are at least ten inches in height, and I wouldn’t be able to wrap one hand around it. She cries, sobs, snot running down her face, mixing with blood as I force it inside of her and laugh to myself.

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