15
Mask
"Well, your wish is my command. My darling, what do you want me to do?" He examines the knife.
I felt uncomfortable. The rapist practically balled his eyes out due to fear of what's to come. I shifted my weight on my right leg.
Bringing my thumb up to my neck, slowly dragging to the side.
"Kill him." I wasn't conscious of my words.
A corner of his lips rose, the signature Koenig smirk. I took slow steps in front of the man. His eyes bandaged, blood seeped out of them.
They gauged his eyes out.
I'm aware of the things they were capable of, yet witnessing the artist paint on his canvas sent shivers down my spine. The art piece has yet to be finished. As they say, an artist's work is never finished. The horrifying picture imprinted in my mind. My inner sadist took pleasure in being in control of his death. The more sane part of me, however, wished to vomit.
I watch as he lowers the blade down the chest. Pressing down as he drags it across. Muffled whimpers came from the man as Stavros drew patterns on his skin. Stars, hearts, and triangles. This man's the epitome of insane. Yet, I found it quite... appealing.
I've got issues.
"Fuck!" He howled in pain, which earned him a slap. "Ugh, stop it. Please, I beg of you."
His eyes connected to mine, mouthing the words 'gag him'. I oblige. My face morped into digust as I latch a finger on the strap of the gag ball.
You never know what germs lie beneath the leather.
I threw it at him with haste. A glare is sent my way as he gags the man. Muffled moans were heard as he prolongs the knife cut. Shallow cuts of various shapes and sizes decorated his chest. His moans turned into whimpers.
"You're already crying?" Stavros darkly chuckles. "I haven't even begun."
A loud muffled whail came from him as Stavros stabs the side of his abdomen. He twists the knife, adding more to his pain. A man merges from the shadows, I grip my chest in shock. It was Kahlo Vizziello. What is he doing here?
His soft blue eyes bore into mine, an angel in disguise he was. "Hello, Ms. Dimitrious."
Speechless, I could only nod my head in acknowledgement.
"You're late." Stav states, "This is your soldier."
Goosebumps spread through my skin like wildfire as I saw the Vizziello heir's smirk. His demeanor equally as deadly.
The rapist was his. He broke a rule.
The Vizziello's have been known for their strict rules, especially when it came to rapists. The soldiers were trained to respect women... those who cause rape, well, they haven't seen day light since then.
Kahlo turned to my stiff figure. "What's she doing here?"
"I need a way to calm myself," He said it so casually while strapping the man's foot on to a wooden stool. Grabbing a hammer and nail.
Kahlo snorts, "Since when had you been a romantic?"
"Shut the fuck up," He threw a rope at him, Kahlo catches it with ease. "Elixir." His tone softens as he pertains to me.
I peek at him through my lashes, a small grin drew his lips. He wanted me to leave. I didn't want to.
I shook my head. He drops the hammer, striding towards me. He caressed my arm, urging me to him. I hesitate for a moment, his hands stained with blood. His patience must've wore thin as he tugged, landing me to his chest. Arms wrapped around me, the familiar scent of him mixed with a metallic one.
Kahlo minded his own work, never once did he glance at us.
"Go out for a moment, hmm?" He subtly commands. I didn't wish to stay for all the blood and gore, so I nod my head.
"Good girl."
I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that a child was rapped. Rapped and murdered. How can the world be too cruel? But, I shouldn't blame the earth. Instead, I should blame the people who resided in it. The world is only a mere victim to the mess of it's people.
Light headed, I sat outside the door. Blue chairs attatched to the walls, creaking of metal doors and faint drips of water could be heard.
"Hey," I fell from my chair.
"What the fuck, who are you?"
Then, realisation hit me like a truck. I was no stranger to the mask. Her familiar figure now clad in tight black leather. The lady who wanted me dead.
I crawl away from her. "Get away from me!" Slowly, she rose her arms above her head.
"I mean no har—"
"I can't exactly trust your words as you've poisoned me."
"I came to warn you." She silenced me. "Be catious of your surroundings, the people who you trust might not be who you think they are. I never meant to poison you. It was never meant for you." Pulling me up, she fixes my hair.
Somehow, I felt sincerity in her words. A strong urge to trust her.
"I'm not the enemy."
I gaped. "Who is, then?"
"Find out." She dashed down the hall, leaving me with questions that's yet to be answered.
How am I supposed to know?
My feet worked on their own, I followed her. Not really knowing where she went and how I'm supposed to find her. I needed answers, and I'm determined to get them.
As I turn, I'm met with a room. Her mask, it's there! She's been here!
I took hesitant steps as my eyes roamed. Vials and test tubes scattered all over the floor. Some broken, some contained liquid in them. Papers, the stench of bleach and a bed. What's a laboratory doing in a prison?
I walked further in the room. A crunch of glass caught my attention. My gaze went down my foot, lifting it from the ground. I'm met with a picture frame. A young boy and a woman. Their eyes crossed with what seemed to be black marker. I bent down to examine it.
That smile...
"Hey!" A voice startled me causing me to topple down on the glass.
"Ouch!"
Heavy steps echoed through the room. "What are you doing here? How did you find this?"
I craned my neck to see a middle-aged cop. I took note of the way his hands crept to his belt. In an instant, I raise my arms above my head.
"I mean no harm!"
"Which family are you from?" He orders. His gun out and aimed at my helpless state.
"I'm just passing by," I attempt to convince him.
He smirks, tucking his gun in his holster. I crawl back as he took step after step.
"I would know a beautiful face if you've been here regularly. What are you doing here?" He scans my figure, stopping at my chest. I cross my arms above my chest, I was covered yet I felt the need to cover myself up.
"Stay away!"
I told him to stop, yet he didn't. Creep!
His hands were suddenly on me. My heart rate fastened, I struggled as he went on top me. I squirmed underneath him. His hands on either side of my face. I put my arms on my chest, hitting his face. But, to no avail, he was too strong.
The sound of breaking glass averted his attention. Whails of the fire alarm surrounded us, I took it as an opportunity to break free. Kneeing him in the balls, I push him away. He grunts in pain. I bolt out the door. Fire. It was everywhere.
A hand wrapped on my arm. Still in a defensive state, I reacted impulsively. Hitting the assaulter with my fist. "Fuck! Vena we have to go!"
Stavros ran out the building as fire grew stronger. I cover my nose. Once we reach outside, a bunch of cops had their guns pointed at us. A swarm of people witnessing the scene.