Page 25 of Damaged
“I will finish what I started with these two, then we can deal with whatever it is you’re here for.”
“Well, I actually came here for you, but I will explain later.”
“For me?” she questions, looking even more confused now. I see Jackson’s eyes move between her and me as well.
I nod at her, my face still blank of any emotion, as I slide my Sig into the back of my jeans once again. “That’s right, beautiful.”
“Yeah? We’ll see about that,” she says as she steps around me. We all turn our focus of attention on the two tied up on the floor, but Jackson stays leaning against the wall, letting her run the show.
That tells me everything I need to know about their dynamic, and that whatever is going on here, this is all about my darling beauty.
She walks up in front of the two on the floor, but I stay close behind her in case she needs me to step in for any reason. I doubt she will; however, I will enjoy the front row seat to whatever it is she has planned.
The woman is cowering, crumpled on the floor, while the guy lifts his eyes to look at Kata now. One eye is almost swollen shut, with blood running down the side of his face onto his shirt. The weariness and fear are hilariously evident.
“Care to explain this, Ethan?” She directs her animosity toward him. As much as I fucking love her fire, I’m just glad that fury is not directed at me right now.
“K-Kata…It…It’s not what it looks like,” he stutters, taking risky glances at the woman next to him, who is still sobbing uncontrollably. Seriously? He’s going to go with that?
“Really? It looks like you’re still fucking Vicky here,” she grits out, leaning down grabbing the woman by her hair again, making her scream beneath the tape. “You told me she was a mistake and you wanted to be with me.”
My eyes narrow and immediately lock on this Ethan guy. No matter how this plays out or what my darling beauty plans on doing with this guy, he definitely dies tonight. So my girl wasonce involved with this piece of shit, and he betrayed her with the woman she has tied up. I can tell from the jealousy and anger lacing her voice that she still has a thing for him.
And that just doesn’t work for me.
She’s mine!
And I will make sure everyone knows it. Even if I have to fuck her right in front of all of them. Plus anyone who has dared to lay a finger on my darling beauty, will die a gruesome death while she watches.
Nothing and no one will come between us.
Kata tosses the woman to the side once again, this time away from this Ethan guy, separating them. She turns, walking over to the wall, grabbing the bat Ethan left earlier. She lifts it, laying it casually over her shoulder as she steps back in front of the two on the floor. My darling beauty has a wickedly devilish smile gracing her beautiful face.
“Did you know…death can be considered a true work of art. And yours is going to be my fucking masterpiece,” she says, pointing the bat at the woman.
The sinister smile that lifts the side of my lips can only be seen as pure evil. All I feel right now is betrayal and rage with the need to release all this anger to soothe the beast inside me that is fighting to come out. This is the part of me that I always try to temper down. The part that scares most people, but fills me with such a rush of adrenaline, it’s hard to come down from.
Who needs drugs when you’re chasing the high and thrill of your next kill?
Holding the bat with both hands, I pull back, swinging it hard like I were playing baseball, aiming for my next homerun hitting Vicky’s shoulder, the one that is still in a cast. The sound of bone breaking makes me laugh hysterically.
The scream she lets loose is muffled by the tape, as she doubles over on the floor, further away from Ethan. The sound of her screams is music to my ears, but I don’t need all the racket right now. Even being suppressed, it still reverberates all around the room.
Swinging again, this time I hit her in the back of the head to try and shut her the fuck up. I’m over listening to any fucking noise she makes. First it was begging, then the crying, now…screaming. She’s giving me a fucking headache.
“Shut the fuck up, Vicky,” I say, pulling back and hitting her again with the end of the bat, this time in the stomach while she’s curled up on the floor. “We wouldn’t want you to wake the neighbors now, would we?”
I hear Jackson’s laughter come from behind me, which makes me glance over my shoulder at him and chuckle as Vicky rolls over, curling into a fetal position.
Her eyes are still open, but they don’t seem to be able to focus, and she can’t seem to catch her breath. And after that last hit to her solar plexus, that’s understandable. That's when I notice the steady stream of blood running down from the back of her head.
“Stop, Kata. Please don’t do this. I’m begging you…” Ethan pleads, watching me beat the shit out of his girlfriend. The more he begs for her, the angrier I’m getting. I don’t ever remember a time he acted like this for me.
He didn’t even show up to court for me. And thinking back to all of his apologizing when I was being arrested, I see it for what it really was…for her. Not me. He wasn’t even talking to me thatday. After I was pulled into the cop car, he was nowhere to be found.
I was delusional that any of that was for me.
I was blinded by my obsessive love for him.
