Page 96 of Alessia
I feel Alessia’s hand on my shoulders, urging me to go on. I remove the tip from under his chin and hold it before him. Jake tries to speak but is quickly cut off by Elio’s hand across his face.
“What you did, probably countless times before you did it to me, causes life-long trauma. You’re leaving scars that may never fully heal.”
I press the tip against his cheek, piercing the skin. Jake starts screaming but I don’t stop, I can’t stop. He needs to feel my pain even if it’s just an ounce of what I feel everyday.
“That pain and fear will live with your victims. You cannot take this back. You’ll carry the consequences forever. In your case, sadly, it’s not for much longer.”
The knife is now completely embedded in his cheek. I take it out and adjust my grip. Now that I smelled the coppery tang of his blood, the need for more is like a drug to me.
Beside us Gianni grunts, waking up after the blow. Good, right-on-time. He can watch his little buddy die. I walk over to him and tap him a few times on his cheek.
“Wakey, wakey, asshole. You missed my big speech but Jake over there can fill you in when you’re both in hell.”
“Fuck babe, you’re so hot right now.” Alessia admires.
My confidence grows a few sizes with her statement. I walk over and kiss her deeply before I turn back to Jake.
“Where was I? Oh yeah, I was going to make you feel those cuts you gave me.” I take the knife and guide it through the fabric of his shirt until it hangs open off his torso. “Anything left to say, Jake?”
“I loved the taste of their cum on your face, you’ll always be a cum-whore that needs to be fucked hard until you die from it.”
“Wow, I was not expecting that.” I say in mock-horror as I slap my hand to my chest.
“I was expecting an apology of some sort.” Condemnation dripping off my tone.
“Too bad you chose those final words…” I lift the knife and stab him in his thigh. He screams and spit flies from his mouth. His eyes are wide.
“You crazy bitch!” He bellows.
“Yeah,well… I’m a product of your own design motherfucker!” I pull the knife from his thigh and plunge it into his shoulder.
“This is for Anna! She was thirteen years old. She was a little girl who you had no right to take from her parents.”
I pull the knife out and slash it across his chest and blood pours from the wound.
“You had no right to look at her!” Another slash across his chest forms a big red cross. I see Elio walk over to Gianni who is thrashing in his chair, shouting all kinds of insults at me but I tune him out. Elio holds him down, locking his head in a grip so that he can do nothing else but watch me.
“You had absolutely no right to her or any of the women you took for your own pleasure.” I stab one of his hands that is strapped to the armrest.
The man in front me is a mess, blood is oozing from his skin and a dark stain on his crotch makes the whole picture grotesque. Jake hangs his head, sobbing.
“I’m sorry…” he cries in pain.
“You’re a little late with that buddy. But it’s good to see you still have some remorse left in that pathetic body of yours.” I place the knife on his chest where the two slashes meet. “X marks the spot so they say.”
His eyes go wide and he shakes his head violently.
“NO! NO! NO! PLEASE GOD NO!” He pleads and begs for mercy. But he won’t find it with me. Not after what he did to me.
I grip the knife with both hands, my entire body is shaking. Alessia’s hands cover mine as she leans in behind me, her face next to mine.
“Let me help you” She whispers. I slightly turn my head to see her face and I see tears in her eyes. Not tears of sadness, the smile on her lips tells me they’re tears of pride.
I nod and apply pressure to the knife, the blade slowly inches forward into the man’s chest until it’s buried all the way to the hilt.
Blood pours from his mouth as he coughs and slowly thrashes in his chair. Then his eyes turn glassy and he’s gone.
I stand, my hands are covered in his blood and turn to Gianni, his head still clamped between Elio’s hands.
