Page 1 of Sloth

-Ginny-

Cold,lifeless eyes staredup at me. They were so damn black; they didn’t even look real. While the soulwas no longer in this body, it was as though it was billowing around me.Haunting me. Promising me endless hours of sleepless nights. It wasn’t thefirst life I had taken and it wouldn’t be the last, but this one hit medifferently than the others. It was probably because the body belonged to alethal, powerful man who used little girls for his own personal gain. But henever did the dirty work himself. Instead, he paid people off. He dished out alot of money to ruin, torture, rape and kill younger women and little girls. Inever knew why he didn’t do it himself.

I was going to end up paying for this, or hispeople would at least try and make me pay. In all reality, I didn’t care. Thelives he had taken, the souls he had tarnished, the victims he had chewed upand spit out, made him deserve more than me killing him.

I didn’t know how it happened really. Well, Idid, but it didn’t mean that I wanted to think about it too much. It was awrong place, wrong time situation and one that I never wanted to be in everagain. Or that was what I tried telling myself anyway. In fact, it was morelike Dante Toretto was in the right place at the perfect time. I had neverliked the guy, but he spent years getting a little too handsy for my liking.Even when I threatened him, he would laugh and tell me to go run along and let themen do the real work. I scoffed, kicking his unmoving body.

“You messed with the wrong woman, you lazy fuck.”I kicked him again, a part of me wishing that he would jump up and fight meback, just so I could kill him all over again. When that didn’t happen and heonly laid there, I let out a harsh sigh.

“Why me?” I asked him, my jaw clenching. “Why nowafter all of this time?”

“Because.” That was the only answer he gave butit didn’t make sense.

“Well, I must be extra special then for you tocome out and do this yourself.”

My fingers tingled with a need to call a certainsomeone, but I couldn’t. Not yet.

Scanning the area around me, I didn’t see anyonenearby but with the way the hairs on the back of my neck stood on end, I had afeeling I was being watched.

Staring down at the body, I couldn’t help thesmile spreading on my face. One of the arms was twisted behind the back. A legwas bent in a way that wasn’t humanly possible. It was twisted in a grotesqueway that sent a shiver down my spine.

I did a mental scan of myself. My awareness. Myphysical being. Nothing hurt minus the fact that adrenaline seeped through meto the point I could feel every fiber of my being. But I was fine. Maybe notemotionally fine but I was in factfine.

Looking down at myself, I realized what I haddone. The night played out in my mind like tiny flashes of film. It was on aconstant reel, teasing and taunting me over what I did. Over what he tried todo. He never succeeded but the fact that he almost had, didn’t sit well with meand would forever be etched into my mind.

But it still could have been worse or that waswhat I tried telling myself. He could still be standing in front of me. Hecould still be touching me. He could still be trying to rip at my clothes toget to where he wanted most. Dante was forever taking things that didn’t belongto him. If I respected the guy, I would hope that he found peace in theafterlife, but I didn’t respect him and I hoped he rotted in hell and gotripped apart the way he had ripped apart those girls.

The sneer on that too handsome face could stillbe directed at me. Vile and disgusting words could be said, while rough,calloused hands did things I didn’t want them to. He never took it all the waybecause he wasn’t given the chance, but he took it far enough.

I tried stopping him, but it hadn’t worked. Itwas too late. He got part of what he wanted before I was able to get the same.He took from me and gave me nothing in return besides his life. A life that Iripped from him without his permission much like he did to me.

“Please stop.”

“I know you want it, you little slut. You hit onme tonight. Your daddy can’t protect you now. No one can. So, I will takeeverything from you whether you like it or not.”

I could still feel the burn of his roughcalloused hands on my skin. The anger seeping through me had been distracting.He had been too quick for me and almost succeeded in raping me. I could stillhear his groans as he squeezed my ass to the point of painful, feel hisagonizing touch, and smell the evil seeping from his pores.

Killing him was too easy. It was too quick butnot quick enough. Especially not when he tried to rape me anyway.

Crouching low, I stared at him. A man I had knownfor most of my life. A man that I could be slaughtered over killing. I was sureit would happen but at this point in time, I didn’t care. Especially when heshould have taken no for an answer. He had gone through countless women andgirls, taking from them everything he wanted without their permission. Theywould fight even though they shouldn’t have because he liked it when they did.

They would scream. He especially liked that evenmore. He would silence them with threats over their families. He had too muchpower and now that I had taken it away from him, a sense of pride washed overme.

But I still shouldn’t have done it.

“This is for almost raping me,” I bit out throughclenched teeth, pushing the blade of my knife into Dante’s stomach even more. “Thisis for all of the girls and women you’ve brutalized, humiliated, raped, andmore. This is for every single shitty thing you’ve done in your worthless life.”

“You’re a sick bitch,” he wheezed. “I heard you…”His breathing became shallow. “…you like killing just for the sake of it.”

“No.” I tilted my head. “I don’t actually but Ihope that rumor spreads anyway.”

This feeling of satisfaction wouldn’t last longand while I should probably clean up the evidence as best I could, I didn’treally want to leave. It was fascinating in the way he stared up at me, almostlike he was looking through me and not directly at me. Even though he was deadand gone now and no other girls would have to worry about him, I still wished Icould bring him back to life and kill him over and over again. But that timehad come and gone. It was done. Finished. He wouldn’t hurt anyone else everagain.

Throwing my hood up and over my head, I turned toleave the alley when I saw a dark figure come toward me. It was large,appearing bigger and bigger the closer it got.

My heart started racing, my palms became sweaty.I backed up, my shoes hitting the still body on the ground behind me.

As the figure neared, the moon cast an eerie glowon the person’s face. When recognition dawned on me, my chest tightened, myhands clenching into fists at my sides.

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