Page 3 of Capturing Ava
“No,” He wheezes through the pain that I imagine is attacking his body. “well that’s very idiotic. Nikoli will—.” Once more my boot crashes down, this time connecting with his face. Blood seeps from the side of his snarling mouth. “Nikoli will—.” My fist connects with his head, his head moves to the side and he lies motionless, just like that fucking girl he had defiled.
It wasn’t a difficult feat to fasten his body to the chains. Gripping the thick links, I exert force to pull. Witnessing his body soar to great heights. Only his head slumps as I fasten the chain around the bollards. The crazy bastard wasn’t going anywhere.
As I hold a bucket of freezing water, I grin while launching the icy contents at his head. His head lifts and his icy gaze meets mine, accompanied by a loud gasp. “Welcome back, Princess,” I smirk.
He assesses his surroundings as his head moves across the room, a look of confusion appearing on his face. “Why am I up here?” He screams. “Let me down.”
A smile pinches through my mouth. “Well, you looked uncomfortable slumped on the ground. I’m nothing if I’m not accommodating. Wouldn’t want your boss to think I didn’t give you the five-star service, now would I?”
“You’ll hang for this.” He grits at me.
“I’m not the one hanging.” I wink. “Our time together is almost over. It has been fun and I will always remember you as my little screamer.” I pinch his cheek and watch as he whips his head away from my touch.
The sight of the wood gathered beneath his feet brings a smirk to my lips. The silver lighter in my pocket brushed against my hand. In one motion, I fling it into the air and then catch it. “Did you know the best way to get rid of a virus?” He looks at me with a crease forming on his brow. “No? I have discovered that the best way to eradicate a virus is through burning. And you Rossi are a virus,” I smirk.
Above the roaring fire, his feet sway. Smoke from the flames is already in the air. “Let me down.” He screams.
Using the chains, I bring him down towards the flames, positioning his feet above the fire. His screams cut through the air. “Like I said, I’m accommodating.”
“No, no, no.” He screams, “It’s hot. It’s boiling.”
“Is it?” I cock a brow. “I can’t feel anything.”
“It’s hot. Please, please make it stop.” He screams with tears in his eyes. “Let me down.” He screams once more.
“As you wish,” I smirk, once again pulling him down onto the flames and dipping his feet into the flames. His screams resonate as the flames consume him. “You wanted to come down and down you will come.”
Lowering his body, I hear his screams. Nowhere in the world will you hear a sound like this. It’s as if they always sense the impending end, and his body becomes engulfed in flames, resulting in the scorching of his charred skin. My lips curl into a smile. Today, I’ve contributed to the world.
The only way to eradicate a virus is through burning, and I hear its agonizing screams as death nears its repulsive form. I would expel the virus, leaving only charcoal and ash in his body.
The cleanup crew would handle the remaining tasks. You could smell the stench of his charred flesh, and it was a delicacy I would give to him. Thumbing a text to the clean-up crew:
Clean up on aisle three
I placed my phone back in my pocket and sighed. There was only one last task remaining. Despite the joy of burning that prick, this always reminded me of my humanity. It fractured the remnants of my heart within my hollow chest.
The only sound that echoed through the damp and desolate warehouse as I walked back was the pounding of my feet and my breathing. My heart raced. Hurting someone never matched the intensity I felt during the last step. Taking a life was easy, but this was pure agony.
She shows no sign of movement, standing right in front of her. It was not possible for her to have survived an attack like that. When Gage asked me why I returned to them after killing their abuser, my response was straightforward: wouldn’t you want to know what happened to your child if they vanished without a trace? I felt it was my duty to bring their babies home and say a last goodbye.
I can’t help but grimace as I kneel next to her motionless body. What makes men attracted to something so innocent? Disgusting. My lips release a sigh. “Poor thing. How did you end up here?” I mutter. Looking down, her complexion was ghastly pale and her hair was raven black and matted. So innocent. So young. Such a waste.
Feeling her neck, her skin is clammy and cold, but then I widen my eyes. “Well, aren’t you a little fighter?” I smile. I couldn’t believe it. She was still alive. Warmth flooded my body as my mouth opened, replacing the pain.
I lift her weak body and cover her with my jacket, preserving her dignity. As they rush her through the doors on the bed, I feel relief after dropping her off at the hospital. “Sir, do you want your coat back?” The nurse asks.
“No, let her keep it.” I smile.
“Wait, what is your—.”
I could sense that she was about to inquire about my name. They always asked that, but I had already vanished into the shadows, observing her confusion at my sudden disappearance. It wasn’t always like this. They would go home in a box, but today brought a happy ending to an awful day.
I need a drink. I reckon I had deserved that much, or at least I believe so, as I walk down the lit street and step into my cherished sleazy bar.
“Welcome home,” I mutter as I walk through the doors of theBLACK DIAMOND.
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