Page 240 of Nemesync
He’ll never find salvation; all I had to offer him was retribution.
Brutally, punishingly, and obscenely.
“I said. Shut. The. Fuck. Up.”
Fury was my potent elixir, pumping through my heart with a visceral satisfaction. He was terrified, and he deserved more pain, more death, more oblivion.
My woman suffered too much, far too much.
“You hurted the most precious thing I had in life, Lukas.”
My knife traced a line on his abdomen. “You abused her, traumatized her, and left her for dead.” The line moved downward. “I found her that night, bruised, stained by her own blood, empty, gone.” Cutting through the fabric of his pants, my blade plunged into his flesh, severing his disgusting member. “I didn’t know then what you did, but I already wanted to cut that dick off you.” As I continued cutting through his skin, he tried to scream but choked on his own blood.
Now, that piece of shit lay on the ground, penis severed. I smiled. “Do you know why penectomies are the epitome oftorture for a man?” I paused, grinning at his suffering. “The physical pain of that punishment isn’t the worst part. It’s about stripping away from disgusting men like you the very thing that defines masculinity, power, and twisted pride. The humiliation and loss, the act of leaving a man forever diminished, unable to ever regain what was taken from him.” A slow, and dark laugh escaped me. “You took something from her that she’ll never regain. What better way to serve retribution than by taking something from you?”
Relief crossed his eyes, thinking he was going to die this easily.
He thought I was done? I was just starting.
The flickering flame of the lighter in my other hand mirrored the fire I saw in Zanae’s eyes. The shadows on the walls mirrored mine, dark and empty without my light. I found a whiskey bottle and began to spread it on the man who was attached to the chair.
If her flame wasn’t burning anymore, everything that was left of those fiery amber eyes would burn him from the inside out.
“I think it’s time for you to purge your soul and embrace the consequences, Lukas.Literally.”
As the flame danced atop my lighter, I approached him and kneeled in front of him. I lit my cigarette on the flame. The dread and fear in his eyes intensified realizing the fate I had chosen for him.
Death by immolation.
“Have you ever heard the saying, ‘Hell is empty, and all the devils are here’?” I mused, a haunting grin playing on my lips, as I dropped the lighter on him.
The room was a witness of what was happening within my soul, Zanae’s flame engulfing everything within me. There was only the gentle sound of my despair screaming to break free and the fire I ignited, devouring the flesh of the man before me.
The man who had hurt the love of my life.
Stillness and silence engulfed me. I could see her clearly, laughing, reading her book, humming those songs she loves.
But she was hurt. She was always hurt.
I didn’t know someone who suffered that much could bring so much joy. My strong Zanae.
Her face appeared again.
But this time it was bloodied. Bruised.Dying.
And then the sadness became furious again.
Welcome to the fucking inferno inside my mind, Lukas.
The fear on his nasty face was fucking delicious. The initial shock on his ugly visage gave way to unimaginable agony being devoured by the fire.
10.
Fire. Amber. My love.
I observed with complete detachment; I didn’t care a bit. In fact, I loved hearing him try to scream without his tongue as everything in him burned, just like my Zanae couldn’t.
The acrid disgusting scent of scorching flesh mingled with the smoke in the room. I smiled at the scene before me. “She wanted to kill you herself, stabbing you until all that’s left of you are scraps of skin and flesh.” I stopped, taking a long agonizing breath, “But she was shot.My Zanae deserved justice, Lukas. And you’ve delivered it to her in the most poetic way possible. Burn, as she almost did that night.”
