Page 166 of His Cursed Heart

"Again."

Harper turns to me and looks me in the eyes, making me raise my eyebrows. My body almost snaps at him for not following my direct order, but I let him say what he has to say.

"This is the third bottle, Boss. What if he's dead?"

I look at Ivan, not saying a word. The men in the room stare at me and I think for the first time, they are actually scared of my 'calm' being.

Ivan isn't fucking dead. He is hard to kill, but I will make him break on his knees in front of me. He took Keres from this world because he was blind by jealousy, he almost killed the love of my life because he couldn't accept that he killed his. Fucker isn't dead, he's just hiding somewhere, scared to look me in the eyes.

Ivan is wrong is he thinks he'll get away with it. He signed his death the moment he pulled the trigger and killed Keres and the child she was caring.

I walk toward the table, grabbing another bottle. I see that Ivan wants to be awaken by me.

It's a pleasure to make that happen.

I grab his hair and force his head to stay up. His face is bloody and a few scratches are along his cheeks.

He has a few scratches while Althea is fighting for her life. I need to change the situation; he can't be with a step ahead from my little fox. Not when she is stronger than him by a million.

I raise the bottle toward his face, forcing the water down his throat. When nothing happens, I grab another bottle and force it until water almost comes out of his mouth. I tighten my fingers in his hair when I see a cough coming out of him. His body starts to react back at the abuse.

Welcome back motherfucker.

Ivan's eyes open in alert and he starts chocking on the water that comes back. I let his head free, stepping back to not get wet from his choking.

Ivan starts screaming when he sees where he is and I know his throat must be burning. He shakes violently in the chair, looking at us with disgust. His coughs are coming too, hard and powerful, almost knocking him down.

"And I-I was r-ready to watch Althea b-break, but y-you woke me." He whispers, his sarcastic voice almost faint.

I smirk at his boldness and with two steps, I'm in front of him. I see how he tries to hide the fear in his eyes with that sarcastic smile. His body trembles, being too weak to fight the ropes. I lower my back until I look at his fucked-up face, feeling the anger bursting out of me.

"You should learn how to shut up." I say back at him, slamming my fist to his face. Ivan groans and his head remains in the position I just put him in. His head to the right, with his body limp on the chair.

I turn my back to him, going next to the table that has all my favorite toys. I look for the metal stick that

has at a corner the letter E, smirking as I lift it and handed to one of the guards. He simply nods, going to the next room where a broken oven sits there for things like this.

With the corner of my left eye, I see a light that can blind anyone. Ivan yells again, trying to escape the ropes.

I turn slowly and see Venus in front of him with, holding a white polaroid camera in her slim, tattooed hands. Her smirk can make people cry and her eyes can haunt you forever. And all that for the bastard who thought that he can kill her best friend, her sister.

The camera starts beeping and a second later, a photo comes out of it. At the first glance, it seems like a dark background, but after Venus shakes it a little, the full weak, bloody body of Ivan is imprinted on it.

I try to hold my smirk at the sadistic ways of Venus Fiamma's killing. Not only that she sends to her future preys’ polaroid pictures with them and a big, red X over, but after she catches them, she takes another picture to show that her work is done.

"This will look so pretty in my album." She says in awe, winking at Ivan.

She lowers herself on the ground and puts her camera along with the photo in the duffel bag that wasn't there a few minutes ago.

"D-Do you want to k-know how p-pretty Althea looked on her knees, b-begging me to kill her?"

My blood boils at her name and I take one of Venus's swords, stabbing it in Ivan's thigh. His pained roar is music to my ears.

I can't think of Althea without wanting to rip my heart out so that I can be with her. I don't care if she's in heaven or hell. If she's there, I know I'll be fine.

The guard comes in the room with the metal stick and hands it to me. I carefully put my hand exactly in the spot he had his, looking at the red E. I walk again in Ivan's direction and his eyes are looking confused at the metal. His whimpers are getting weaker and the blood that comes out of his thigh is black.

I promised I will bring him hell. And I always keep my promises.

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