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This was something she didn't want me to know. She probably figured that since I was locked up in Wellard, I would never find out about the baby.
Well, too fucking bad!
Placing the curved blade under her chin, I lift her face up toward me. I wave my finger in her face, clicking my tongue like I am scolding a child. “Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. You knew Ethan and I were together, yet you still pursued him. You're getting everything you deserve, and you know it."
When she reopens her eyes, I can see the resolution in them. She's accepting her fate. At least I think she has, and she is putting on a strong front.
Too little too late.
Watching Kata like this is thrilling and makes me hard. And when she focuses her gorgeous smile toward me, it just makes me want to take her right here…and right now. I have no idea what her plan is for these two and that in and of its own is exciting. The fact that I cannot predict what her next move is…that is exhilarating.
“You don’t get to be happy. You don’t get to have your happy little family. Not when you stole mine from me,” she says, grabbing her by her hair and bringing the woman up onto herknees. She screams behind the tape. Kata stands before her as she sways a bit.
“I hereby find you guilty…and sentence you to an eternity rotting in hell,” she grits out. Placing her hand on Vicky’s shoulder, digging her fingers into the flesh there, she rears her arm back, then slams her blade into the woman’s abdomen. Her eyes go wide in shock at being stabbed. Kata stays close, leaving the knife embedded in her flesh.
Did she not think she would do it?
The smile that lifts my darling beauty’s lips is mesmerizing. Fuck, she’s gorgeous and I can’t take my eyes off her. The piece of shit at my feet screams behind his tape as Jackson starts to laugh. Ethan tries to surge forward to where the two women are facing off, but I wrap my arm around his neck, placing him in a chokehold.
Kata ignores Ethan completely as she tilts her head, letting her eyes roam all over Vicky’s face, watching all the emotions that flit over her face from being stabbed.
Shock.
Confusion.
Pain.
Then fear.
Fear of dying.
Fear of what else Kata will do.
Ethan struggles in my hold, but I’m stronger. With him being restrained by the electrical cord, all he can do is thrash around in my hold. I hear him starting to gasp for breath, so I loosen my hold around his neck so he can watch the entire thing, but don’t let him go.
Without taking my eyes off my darling beauty, I speak low into Ethan’s ear. “Bet you're regretting your decision to betray her now, aren’t you?”
Kata gives the knife a little twist just slightly, making the woman grunt. She attempts to double over, but the hold Kata has on her shoulder is keeping her in place.
Time seems to slow until Kata pulls the curved blade back. But only for a second and then, in rapid succession, thrusts the knife in and out of Vicky’s stomach. Over, and over, and over again.
Blood is pouring out of the thin, pale woman onto the cement floor, as she collapses to her side, groaning. The smell of copper and sweat fills my nostrils as Kata remains squatting in front of Vicky, watching her bleed out. Now that I can get a full view of my girl, I can finally see that her arm holding the blade and the entire front of her clothes are covered in splattered blood.
My darling beauty watches as Vicky begins to convulse with labored breaths. Kata’s head tilts in curious attention. The dying woman’s eyes are unfocused, staring at nothing.
Kata reaches out, lifting up the tattered shirt to get a good look at the masterpiece she created. I can’t even count how many puncture wounds she has in her stomach from this angle.
Her ravaged body is a disgusting mess.
Smiling, she drops the shirt and focuses back on the bloody woman’s face. Leaning over into her face, she whispers loud enough for us to hear, “I win, Vicky. You lose. Now burn in hell.”
Vicky’s head drops to the side. Her eyes become unfocused and her chest stops moving when her breaths come to a halt. Kata sits there watching for another moment, before her head slowly turns looking at Ethan, whose eyes are still watching his girlfriend while tears free flow down his face.
When he finally realizes she’s dead, he slumps in my hold, a sobbing mess. Now that he’s no longer fighting the inevitable, I release my hold on him from around his throat, standing to my full height once again.
Ethan slowly doubles over, laying his forehead on the cold, hard basement floor. Walking around him, I stand directly in front of Kata, extending my hand to help her stand.
She looks up at me from her place, squatting over the dead woman. She's breathtaking, even covered in blood.
