Page 115 of Carnival
He nods, offering no further words. He steps in front of me, grabbing a set of keys from his pocket and pushing it into thekeyhole. He twists it to the side, and once the door swings open, he steps aside, allowing me to enter.
The door closes behind me.
There she is.
In the corner of the room, she was sitting down on the floor, face buried in her knees. A mere shadow of the powerful woman she used to be. She’s lost a lot of weight, and although the wounds on her face have since healed, the scars remain.
Oh, I fucked her face up pretty good.
It takes her a moment to understand what is happening. Her blank, dull eyes stare at me, without blinking. Then, as realization dawns on her, she releases a piercing scream. It nearly bursts through my eardrums, and I step back, letting her adjust to the new reality.
“Enough,’’ I speak, voice low and commanding.
Vivian gets to her feet, her sullen cheeks catching my attention. She starts shaking, and I can’t tell if it’s anger or fear. Either way, it works in my favor. She takes a step forward, glowering.
“Bastard,’’ she hisses. “I gave you everything, including the fucking mask you’re wearing. And this is how you repay me?”
I chuckle. “And yet, you tortured me. How affectionate of you,’’ sarcasm drips from my mouth, her eyes narrowing at me further. “And yes, you gave me the mask and the knife, and coincidentally, those will be the last things you see.’’
I reach into the inner pocket of my blazer, pulling out the butcher knife. It’s been sharpened and thoroughly cleaned, just for her. She bought it, and she’ll be its last victim. After tonight, I’ll never wear the mask or use the knife again.
“You came here to kill me,’’ she states, a look of disbelief on her face.
“Yes.’’
“Why?” She takes a small step back. “Is it not enough that I’m in prison for the rest of my life? That I’ve lost everything?”
“You haven’t lost everything, Vivian.’’ I step closer, closing the distance between us. “You’re still alive. And I know you. You’re cunning, and I’ve no doubt that eventually, you would’ve found a way out. I’m not taking any chances.’’
“Rose will hate you for this.’’
“Goodbye, Vivian.’’
“Wait—’’
Her plea is interrupted by my hand raising. Without hesitation, I slide it down, piercing through her stomach. A scream so loud that it could wake the dead fills the room, and I don’t stop.
The blood starts gushing out in waves, coating me entirely, head to toe. The mask is dripping with vigor, adrenaline pumping in my veins. I can’t find the strength to stop. All I want is to see her body dead, drained of blood. It feels good to have it coat my hands, the slippery sensation causing my stomach to throb in excitement.
Her screams fade into the background, and I can’t focus on anything but the way her blood feels. It’s warm and thick, and the more I’m cutting her open, the less I’m able to hold myself back.
For everything she did to my hellion.
I don’t give a shit about a damn thing she did to me. But to my hellion? She deserves a lifetime of suffering, pain, andanguish, the same one she gave to her own granddaughter. I would’ve picked a method to torture her, but there’s no time for that.
And yes, Rose might be less than content if she finds out.
But that’s tomorrow’s problem.
Tonight’s problem is done.
Vivian’s dead, yet my hand keeps moving, destroying what’s left of her body. I have another few minutes left, and I wish this could last for an eternity. She stopped squirming a while ago, her heart giving out. I’m not sure if it’s from the moment the sharp blade sliced through it, or if the pain before that was too much for the pathetic cunt to bear. Either way, she’s dead, and I couldn’t be happier if I wanted to.
“Jesus fucking Christ,’’ Casper gasps, and I pause, turning to look at him.
“What?”
“Time’s up, motherfucker.’’ His nose wrinkles at the sight of Vivian’s body. “Fuck, this place reeks. You said it would be a quick death!”
