Page 16 of The Colour of Revenge
It’s too much.
Too loud.
Too… beautiful.
I lean in close, my voice a whisper against his ear.
“Oh, Gareth. Did you really think being honest would save you?”
His entire body shakes. He yanks at the ropes, twisting, writhing, but there’s nowhere to go. The pain keeps him here with me.
Bleeding.
Breaking.
His breath shudders. “Naomi, please…” His voice is thin. Wrecked. “I was just doing what I was told. Your father—”
No.
NO.
I grab his jaw, fingers digging into his skin. His breath stinks of fear. Good.
“You chose to do this.” The words come out sharp, like glass. My pulse pounds, my breath jagged.
“You made me trust you.
“You betrayed me.
“You. Not him.”
His eyes widen, fear and realisation flickering behind them.
“I... I was scared! He would’ve killed me if I didn’t—”
“You think that makes it okay?!” My voice splinters, cracking on the edges. Rage blinds me.
“You think your fear matters more than what you did to me?!”
I yank the knife from his hand—not carefully.
Not like I had planned.
It’s messy. Rough. Brutal.
His scream tears through the room, a raw, broken thing. Too loud.
Too real.
His body slumps, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his limbs shaking. But I won't stop.
Ican’tstop.
“You don’t deserve a quick death,” I mutter, circling him like a predator.
His head hangs low, sobs wracking his body.
“Naomi… please…”
