Page 20 of Psychological War

Maybe they hadn’t been.

But I have.

I know what it feels like.

Both of them stared at me. Slowly I took steps towards them, my black chunky heeled boots sloshing around in the puddles.

“Hold her down,” Giulio snarled at his brother. His breath felt like fire sneaking around my throat. I could smell the whiskey on his breath.

I tried twisting around in the chair, but nothing I did worked.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Giulio barked at Leonzo. A scream pierced through the living room. I wanted to look over where I knew they were.

But all I saw was Giulio and Leonzo laughing as he began tying my hands with rope.

I hated the memories of them.

I used to cry when I would remember, when I had memories of that night. But now all I felt was anger. I was angry. I wanted them to feel the pain of what I felt. They needed to know what they had done.

I wouldn’t feel bad about it.

Not anymore.

I refused to let them have that power over me again.

No one would have that over me again.

Shaking my head as I stepped in front of them. I cocked my head to the side, both of them staring up at me.

Leonzo tried opening his mouth to talk, and I lost it. Bringing my foot up, I kicked him in the face, his nose obviously broken as I could hear the crunch of bones. A pained wheezing broke from his mouth.

“You fucking cunt,” Giulio screamed trying to move. Bringing the gun up I aimed it at him, making him freeze on the spot.

“I’m going to give you two options,” I said quietly. “First option, I can kill your brother here slowly. Very very painfully, making him regret his life. Or…. you can shoot your brother and put him out of his misery.” Shrugging I kept my gun aimed at Giulio.

They both stared at me like I was dumb.

“I’m not killing my own brother you stupid fucking c—” I cut him off kicking Leonzo again, this time ramming my heel down into his leg. The crack of his shin caused me to shiver in pleasure.

“Giulio, just fucking do it,” he hissed.

“I’m not killing you!” Giulio snapped glancing towards his brother on the ground. His mistake, never take your eye off the person with the gun. Gripping it a little tighter, I bashed him over the head. His body slumped down.

“Who are you?” Leonzo begged. Looking over at him, I could see the tears beginning to fall.

“You really don’t remember?” I asked. I couldn’t tell if I was bothered more by the fact he forgot who I was, or if he didn’t. Because I wished I could forget it.

“N-no. I d-don’t. Please, just le-let us go,” he begged.

“Please let the kids go, let them go,” Mama begged. “They aren’t involved in this,” Mama begged over and over again. I could see the blood dripping down her leg.

She was hurting badly. I could see the dried tears. I could see the pained look on her face.

“Please, I’m begging you, let them go.”

Mama never spoke again after that. They made sure of it.

“They begged you, they begged everyone there.” I started crouching down, so we were more eye level. “I begged you to not tie me. I begged and cried. I fucking screamed.” My voice was beginning to get louder and louder. I felt good, being heard finally. Finally speaking to those who hurt me.

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