Page 25 of The Pretty Psycho

Black spots danced around his head, a clear sign that the air I was getting was nowhere near enough, and it was getting worse and worse. "They told us you were a fighter, but I thought they were joking." His filthy grin closed that sentence. "I'll enjoy breaking you."

"You. Will. Not," I pushed out as my hand connected with the needle attached to the IV bag. The other man was laughing, taunting Yolanda, playing with her as he probably cornered her.

My fingers wrapped around the thin needle, and before the man on top of me could blink, I lifted it up, pushing it through his eye. The shocked expression on his face was almost comical as I pulled the needle out and then stabbed him again and again and fucking again, until he pulled back, his hands trying to hold in the blood coming out of his wounds, covering his eyes.

I jumped up and pushed him down on the floor, my hands shaking, my mind reeling from what almost happened.

I was kidnapped, raped, and almost killed, all in the span of a week, now this fucker thought he could break me?

"You still think you could play with me?" I spat out, pulling out the knife he had strapped to his thigh. There was an undercurrent of fury swirling in my bones, begging to be let out. And as my hand wrapped around the handle of the knife, my fingers tightening, I struck.

The knife lodged to the hilt in his temple, the light in his eyes fading out, those amber irises filled with the fear I felt mere seconds ago. I knew he was dead. I knew he couldn't hurt me anymore, but I couldn't stop.

I pulled the knife out and stabbed him again and again and again… "Vega!"

Yolanda's panicked voice pushed through the fog in my mind and as I turned around, I saw the other man had her in his arms, keeping her back plastered to his front. The dark, gleaming metal shone underneath the yellow overhead light, while his eyes kept a hold of mine, taunting me, maiming me.

He pressed the barrel of his gun to Yolanda's temple, while she cried harder and harder, his arm wrapped around her neck. "I'll shoot her!" he thundered, his eyes wild. "I swear I'll shoot her!"

"Do it." I smirked. We both knew he wouldn't do it. He needed us, and the more leverage he had, the better it was.

"W-What?" Yolanda sputtered. "Vega?"

"Come on," I mocked him, slowly getting up. "We both know you won't do it. We both know you need to bring us in alive."

"I need to bring you alive, but not her." He smirked darkly, pulling the safety off. "She would just be collateral damage."

"Really?" I smiled, canting my head. "And what makes you think the moment you kill her I won't kill you?"

"I-I," he stammered. "I'll?—"

"What?" I laughed, positioning myself for what was about to come. "Kill me? You know you can't do that. You. Need. Me." I enunciated every word. "If you go back to your boss without me, he will probably kill you."

"No, he wouldn't." But he didn't look so sure of that.

He was too busy holding Yolanda and thinking about what I just said to pay attention to what I was doing. My finger pressed over the safety on the gun I lifted off of the dead man lying behind my feet, which his partner failed to see.

"You know they will kill you." I chuckled. "And they would make it painful. You need me alive and you can't go back there without me in tow."

His eyes flickered from me to the door, then back to Yolanda, and we both knew we weren't trapped in here with him anymore—he was trapped with us. He was the prey now, a dead man walking, and I couldn't wait to see his body at my feet, as life slowly dripped out from the bullet wound I was about to gift him with.

Whoever had sent these people didn't give them a proper briefing, because I had no intentions of ever being captured again. I had no intention of ever giving anyone else any sort of control over me. Had they known, they wouldn't be losing their lives today.

"How about you let her go and we discuss this as two adults?" I said, moving slowly with my hands behind my back. "You don't need her."

Yolanda sobbed, and I just hoped she'd be able to follow my instructions, because her life depended on it.

His grip on her was waning, and both Yolanda and I could see it, feel it.

The barrel of his gun pulled slightly back from Yolanda's temple, and it was now or never.

"Now!" I yelled out, praying to the gods, to anything celestial that would listen that Yolanda would understand what she had to do.

Yolanda ducked down, covering her head with her hands as I lifted up the gun hidden behind my back, aiming it at his head. "Sayonara, asshole." The sound of the shot being fired rang in my ears even in the seconds after he fell with a hole in the center of his forehead, tumbling on top of a screaming Yolanda.

I could hear my heart beating in my ears, feel it thundering in my chest, and when the new sound of footsteps right outside the door pushed through the sounds taking over my body, I turned around, aiming the gun straight at a shocked-looking Dimitri. "Whoa, whoa," he put his arms up in the air. "I come in peace."

"A u kurac," I cursed, almost shooting him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you that you shouldn't sneak up on people holding guns?"

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