I trembled with anger and displayed my middle finger to his face. He wet his lower lips raising one eyebrow. He brought his right hand forward for a handshake which I did hold with repugnance, not leaving his eyes. I never felt this much anger and disgust towards any human being before. Without leaving his hand, I approached his ears while his lips didn't stop smiling.
"I won't give you another chance to manifest your pleasure"
With that, I shaked his hand. His evil grin plastered on him surfaced with more intensity. Can my life be more dramatic with all this already high voltage drama going on? Over my dead body Michaelson. I'll let you succeed. I won't let any innocent suffer anymore. And for that the lame ones have to be eradicated from this universe itself. You love to manipulate and feed on the fears of others. You're going to face the same fate.
I've had enough of this. I want peace. Solace in my heart which has been missing since forever. And this would come when I would serve justice to all those victims and would be victims of Ive Michaelson.
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An eye for an eye makes the world blind. It was something like that. But still, I got the strange and heavy urge to vomit the hatred and pain he gave me back to him.
"Imagine the little Michaelson, your sister yelling and hurting while her vagina was being exploited."
He stopped on his track, his back facing me. He clenched his fist so hard to make his knuckles pale. His figure trembled a bit.
"She would take shaky and muffled breaths as he kept on thrusting inside of her. All she could do was...was to close her eyes so as not to see the lust and her reflection in the eyes of the predator."
It felt so dirty and wrong to utter those words. I remembered when I had to close my eyes and surrender my body that day. It was horrible. I didn't wish to ever relive such memory again.
"It would soon be over. Bear with it. She chanted over the mantras again and again. It won't pain much if I don't move. The floor was stained with blood. She couldn't understand why she was bleeding. Was it because he took her virginity or because she got internal bleeding? He stopped after a while to continue again with her already sore body. Others joined him."
I breathed in hard to get the words stuck, out my mouth.
"End. Back to earth. How was the story Michaelson? Hope you liked it."
I had understood by Noah's comment that Ive had no history with women and that room was someone whom he cared about but could not be with. I could recall how he still flinched as I had called out to his sibling which meant the wound was still fresh.
Each step I took towards him, I could feel my breathing intensifying with fear and anticipation, pressing my lips. Thoughts of the immense pain the victims suffered shuffled through my brain which encouraged me and over weighed my fear.
I got him. This is how it feels when someone blackmails you and makes you feel shit about your helpless self where you can neither cry nor stay calm.
The impact of my attack on his weak spot didn't calm my pain but I was somehow relief to spite venom back to him. With that, I laughed. My laugh echoed in my ears as I kept on laughing attempting to inflict him more pain.
"Honestly, I am really enjoying this. Hurting you. I feel so light. Woah"
I held on to his arm which was still trembling.
"When someone picks up on your helplessness without feeling any remorse"
I felt his body relaxing. I backed one step. He turned to face me. I was waiting for the blow I would receive. Guilt was what striked my conscience hard. He had his head low as he stared at the floor furiously. Raising his eyes, the tear fell so quickly down his cheek as he stared at me as though my words had wounded his soul.
He deserves this. I tapped my index lightly on his chest where his heart lied.
"This is called pain"
You can't feel pain physically but I can still hurt you. It was my turn to smirk. I knew deep inside that I would despise myself later for this. However the amount of happiness his pain was giving me, encouraged me to further push him.
"I pity you."
I backed off. I could feel my heart softening as I saw his eyes. However, the slap he had hit me yesterday, made me remember how much of a monster he was. Nothing can move him. Talks, tears. Nothing.
"Oh seriously. The Ive Michaelson has nothing to say. No comeback. Hit me. Blackmail me."
I can see through you Michaelson. If you really wanted to hurt Ben, you would have already done so in a snap of moment. No blackmail. No threats. You just do it. No wonder you are the crime lord aka the lone wolf. I just have to know why I'm being held hostage. What is my worth? What is Ben's worth? No human is deemed worthy for life in his eyes.
He wet his lips and tilted his head to the side like a complete psychopath, lowering his head a bit. He was gawking at me with those golden eyes turned slightly red. He smiled. The same nauseated feeling came back as he kept that smile while the second tear left his eye. Pain and only pain was visible in them.
"That's why you are special. Now I must return this favour askim" he whispered.
That craziness surfacing little by little in his smile made it hard for me to breathe. He was sick.
"You are a bit less dumb than my expectations agent" he chuckled.
"I'm waiting impatiently for the day when you will stoop to my level" he added nonchalantly.
I don't know why but those words affected me. I would never think of myself as such a cheap person.
"What are you? Who are you to ASSUME who is the culprit and who is the victim?"he spoke calmly.
"You are in no position to put forward your argument"
"Oh believe me I am. I'm a qualified lord but you shouldn't be an agent at all. You aren't qualified for this job"
"Watch your words Michaelson" I shouted.
"Watch your tone. If you are just going to believe what you want to, quit being an agent. Quit investigating cases. Trust me you'll end up ruining people's lives badly. You should know while an investigation, an agent, you-" he pointed his index finger towards me.
"must keep an open mind to all possibilities. Because nothing is out of bonds."
"I deserve this job. I don't need your-"
"Nothing is impossible. Do not ASSUME. This is not physics where you are assuming air resistance is negligible, heat is constant... You are always ready to jump to conclusions"
"Stop whatever you are doing Michelson"I snapped.
"I know my name" He laughed bitterly at me while I could only look at him angrily.
"You are blinded... Blinded by your own prejudices" He walked around and whispered behind me.
"Are you not?"
I actually realised and as much as I hated to say he was right.
He straightened himself and faced me.
"Seriously...I, the Ive Michaelson is teaching you the fundamentals of investigating?"
He lowered his head a little so to come to eye level. I refused to let him know I thought he was right.
"You refer to yourself as the third party. Such a kid!"
"A piece of advice. Quit the job and join me"he winked.
I intended to walk out but he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the chair of that dead man. He pulled him out the chair and shoved me onto it. He grasped both sides of my shoulder to pull me closer to his face.
"The one you've been mourning the death of... I held him captive. Then snatch his shitty life from his fucking body... What do you know about him? You tell me to beg for forgiveness. From whom? To you. To his family. Well I don't regret torturing him. He deserved it" And he smiled again.
His eyes were evil. They held no humanity, remorse or any human emotion. A lone tear rolled quickly down his cheek. It was then that I noticed how tired and red from pain his eyes were. The creases on his forehead and the pain in his smile. It was as if he wanted me to believe he was the evil. I was genuinely confused. I could feel the pain radiating off his anger.
What are you thinking Michaelson? Why are you masking your pain? Are you really a psychopath? He has feelings.
He pushed me away. I noticed the stain in his shirt. His grey shirt had a large dark spot. Blood was dripping from his shirt. He was bleeding. When I looked back at his face... He was still smiling.