Page 239 of Nemesync
In the blink of an eye, I seized him by the collar, my fingers digging into the fabric like claws. “You’re fucking pathetic if you think you could use this card on me. Try something else please. I’m annoyed, Lukas, you’re dull and fucking irritating.”
My grip tightened around him, while he struggled to speak. My eyes bore into his, demonically, searching for death in them.
Game on.
He was bound and bruised, gasped for breath as I continued my little pursuit of answers. The red of his blood didn’t even satisfy me, it wasn’t fucking enough, I needed more, I needed to see his brain spilled on the ground, to fucking destroy his heart with my own hands.
“Why would Zanae’s own fucking mother send you after her? Speak, this is the last time I’ll ask Lukas, you know I’m not really the patient type.”
I lifted his chin with the blade. Not the flat side, the sharp edge, slashing his skin underneath.
Fucking red.
If I can’t see brown and amber, I’ll paint everything in red until I see those colors again.
He was bloodied and battered, a fucking garbage, fucking trash, “You think you can break me? You’re nothing!”
I smiled at him, cutting through his visible skin on his arm. Blood splashed all over my face. “I’m not nothing Lukas, don’t hurt my feelings like that... You don’t know how much I want to cut you open and watch the life drain from your eyes, absorbit back into you, and repeat the process until your soul begs me to stop.” I seized him by the hair, forcing him to meet my eyes, “What do you say, Lukas. I can be your worst nightmare or your salvation. Choose.”
Lukas, barely able to speak from all the cuts and blood on him, managed a sinister grin. “She’s just like her mother—weak and deserving of punishment.”
I leaned in.
“The stupidest thing you did was try to kill the woman I love. And now you’re covering for the one who shot at her. Where is she, Lukas?”
He remained obstinate. “You won’t find her, Volkov. She’s always a step ahead.”
I pushed a finger into one of his cuts, his screams were exquisite. “I want answers, not just hear your fucking voice, it makes me even more mad, do you want me angrier?”
With each refusal to divulge information, my actions escalated.
Carnage. Annihilation.Hell.
If he didn’t want to help, then he was useless.
I enjoyed every fucking part of this.
Every time I see his fucked-up face I think of how much Zanae was scared, how unwell she felt with him when he fucking touched her.
“You think you can scare me with your little torture, Volkov?” Lukas sneered, attempting one last act of bravado, his mouth full of blood.
I replied with a manic laugh. Poor bastard.
“You’re already dead Lukas, no need to scare you.”
I pushed him on the ground, he was broken, completely wrecked, and laying at my feet.
He spoke, his voice low, both perverse, and depraved. “I loved having her when she was younger, the sounds she made,the way her pussy took me. I bet she’s better at it now.” He continued, “She tried to scream at first, so I shut her up and fucking destroyed that little cunt. She couldn’t scream, so she just cried. Is she still crying when you fuck her?”
Without letting him finish, I took my blade and cut his tongue out.
“Then, it’s only fair to silence you, just as you silenced her. Don’t you agree? Shut the fuck up.”
He really tried to scream.
But to my own pleasure, only guttural, agonized gurgles escaped his now gaping mouth. Saliva and blood trickled down his chin like grotesque waterfalls.
Teary eyes wide open in horror, pleading for my pity that his silenced throat could no longer articulate. But I didn’t care.
