Page 238 of Gift from the Source
As soon as my dad mentioned he was in here, I had to shadow down here to make sure he was still alive.
I was prepared to rage at Elementra if she allowed him to die so easily like the others who hit the ground the moment Malvolio died.
I thanked her endlessly when I found him chained up like a pretty package in my Primary’s gift.
Granted, I know it probably infuriated her to have to bless him with a little protection.
Me cursing her daily probably would’ve been more infuriating, though.
I decided it wasn’t worth questioning how she did it, although I was very interested when I saw his M was no longer red like the others’, but a silver scar.
The color of it made me think of my Willow, so I carved a W right over it.
That sight enraged me.
Obviously, I had to slice off that whole patch of skin after that.
Almost every day since, I’ve come down here to pay him a visit. I bring with me enough healing vials that I can get him to the brink of death and back however much I please.
Not once have I done to him what he did to Willow, though.
I’ve been saving that for myself and my brothers.
Together, we’re going to do to him everything he did to her.
Well, almost everything. We aren’t the same kind of monsters he is.
He’s cried, begged, and pleaded for his life, but not once has he apologized. I don’t believe it’s occurred to him once to say sorry. Even a sorry he doesn’t truly mean.
When I think too hard about that, I see red and have to redirect my thoughts so I don’t actually kill him.
It’s made me wonder, though, if he just thinks I’m doing this to him for the hell of it. Does the vile shit he did to her even cross his mind as reason enough I’d torture him for this long?
“Tell me, Donald, what have you learned in the time we’ve spent together?”
He sneers at me until I solidify a shadow dagger in my hand, then he blanches. “That you’re as deadly as he warned you were. It’s clear now why they were obsessed with you.”
“That’s all you’ve taken from this?”
“Was there something else to be fucking learned?”
“I don’t know, maybe why you’re here in the first place.”
“Probably because of my bitch wi—”
The temperature in the room drops below freezing as my chair slams into the ground. My teeth grind together as I snatch his head back by his hair and shove my dagger in his mouth.
“Firstly, she is your nothing. Don’t think for a millisecond longer you have or ever have had a claim to call her your anything, you sick fuck.Secondly, you speak a single ill word against her, and I dice your fucking tongue up, then make you eat it. You understand me?”
He grunts a muffled agreement, but that’s not good enough for me.
“Say. It.”
The words are distorted as I press the tip of my dagger harder against his tongue. His screams cause the blood to pour down his chin and I smile in satisfaction.
“Good boy.” I pat his head, then slap him across the face at the sound of a knock at the door. “Ah, perfect timing.”
My water element drifts through my fingers and cleans away his blood before I reach the door handle. I swear the giddiness coming from the other side vibrates in my chest.
