Page 27 of Ruthless Kings of Obsession

*Perfect.*

More shouts echo through the warehouse as I continue my hunt, leaving chaos and gasoline in my wake. The vest provides additional protection, but more importantly, it carries extra ammunition and a few flash grenades that might come in handy.

I pause at a junction of corridors, listening intently. Footsteps approach from multiple directions – three, maybe four guards. They're trying to box me in, but they don't realize they're just adding more fuel to my inferno.

"Come on, Iva!" Domino calls out again, his voice strained. "Think about what you're doing! You've already ruined my life – isn't that enough?"

"Enough?" I snarl back, my voice carrying through the darkness. "Was it enough when you held my head underwater until I passed out? Was it enough when you pushed me down the stairs and told everyone it was an accident? Was it enough when you made me watch as you tortured my only friend?"

The memories flood back, sharp and bitter like poison. Each incident of cruelty, each calculated torment, each moment he stole another piece of my innocence. But he didn't just break me – he forged me into something stronger, deadlier.

*And now it's time to show him his greatest mistake.*

The guards reach the junction just as I throw one of the flash grenades. The explosion of light and sound gives me the advantage I need. I move through them like a demon, Knifey singing its deadly song. Blood sprays across my face, but I barely notice. The voices in my head are screaming for more, and I'm happy to oblige.

"Jesus Christ," I hear one of them gasp before I silence him permanently. "She's not human..."

*No. I'm something much worse.*

I follow the sound of Domino's increasingly panicked movements, the gasoline trail growing thicker as I close in on my prey. He's running out of places to hide, and he knows it. The warehouse may be vast, but I've spent months studying its layout, preparing for this very moment.

Finally, I corner him in the main storage area – a vast space filled with empty shelves and abandoned machinery. He's backed against a wall, blood dripping from various cuts and bruises I've already inflicted. His precious hockey jersey is torn and stained, a fitting metaphor for his shattered life.

"Nowhere left to run," I say softly, emerging from the shadows. "How does it feel, being the prey for once?"

He looks around wildly, probably searching for more of his guards. "They're all dead, aren't they?"

"Most of them," I shrug, twirling Knifey between my fingers. "A few might survive if they get medical attention soon enough. But they're not your concern right now."

"This is insane," he pants, still trying to maintain some semblance of control. "You can't just—wait." His eyes narrow as he finally takes in our surroundings. "How did you know about this place? This warehouse has been abandoned for years."

I smile, enjoying the moment of revelation. "Has it? Are you sure about that, dear brother?"

Understanding begins to dawn in his eyes. "No... This is one of Father's properties. Flex told me—" He stops, face paling. "Flex."

"Smart boy," I purr, continuing to circle him. "Finally putting the pieces together?"

"You killed him," Domino accuses, but there's uncertainty in his voice now. "I watched him burn alive on that video feed!"

My laugh echoes through the warehouse, high and cold. "Did you? Did you really see him burn, or did you see what I wanted everyone to see?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Poor, sweet Flex," I sigh dramatically. "Always so desperate to be accepted, to be seen as more than just the nerdy kid you all tormented. Did you know he had a whole folder of pictures saved on his phone? Before and after photos of plastic surgery procedures he dreamed of getting?"

Domino's eyes widen. "You're lying."

"Am I? Right now, he's probably lounging on a beach in Turkey, recovery from his third procedure. New nose, new chin, new life – all courtesy of his favorite 'victim.' Amazing what a little kindness and a lot of money can buy."

"But... the video..."

"Special effects have come a long way," I smirk. "Amazing what you can do with the right connections and enough motivation. Flex was more than happy to help stage his own death once I showed him a way out of the hell you'd created for him."

"You manipulative bitch," he breathes, but there's a hint of admiration mixed with the anger now. "You played us all."

"I learned from the best," I say sweetly, tapping Knifey against my thigh. "You taught me so well, big brother. All those lessons about pain and power and control... I was paying attention."

The sound of sirens grows louder outside, but neither of us moves. We're locked in this moment, predator and prey, sister and brother, two sides of the same twisted coin.

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