Oh, sweet Clara can’t do anything right. She can’t handle the pain, nor do the work.
If only they knew they had killed that girl a long time ago, stripped the soul out of her shell and threw away any pieces tying her to the woman who needed someone to help her.
I’m done fawning and pleasing everyone. Now whoever wrongs me must eat the revenge I serve.
I spin around, throwing the pizza cutter in the sink. Glancing over the counter, I grab the scissors next.
Approaching Ryan, I cut off his shirt, tearing the pieces off around his strapped limbs, removing his clothing until he’s naked. I want him to feel humiliation, but the alcohol in his system dulls any sensation except for the pain.
“Wanna final round, baby?” He bucks his hips, and I hold back from cutting his dick off right away. It seemstoo easy, and I can’t have him bleeding out on me before the fun begins.
Leaning against the counter, I grab the carrot-shaped peeler, and his eyes widen as I bring it toward him. With the sharp edge facing him, I spread my thumb and forefinger on either side of my target, then force it across his chest.
Soon his nipples slide off, and as I continue, I enjoy the sight of blood flowing from him.
“Fucking bitch,” Ryan spits, and I turn on the burner to heat a butter knife and stop the blood flow from his chest. Once hot enough, I press it to his skin, and the smell of burnt hair fills the area.
Ryan leans his head forward and tries to bite me. I jump back, and the knife drops from my hand as I snatch the stew pan and hit him on the side of his skull.
The thud lingers in my mind as his head lands on his shoulder again.
Fuck.
I want him to feel everything. I leave the kitchen and walk to our bedroom.
Piles of his clothes line the floor like I’m a personal maid, and I groan while kicking through them, searching for another belt. With no luck, I pull the cord from the television and out of the wall.
Striding back to the kitchen, I take the cord and wrap it under his nose to the back of the chair, pressing him in place.
As I turn to the counter, dishes crash into the sink before I grab the grater. Ryan is rousing, and I run my fingers over his buzz cut.
“Try to bite me now, fucker.” He jerks his gaze up, and his venomous hazel stare burns into mine. “So, you were saying I couldn’t handle this, right? That I couldn’t cause you the same pain you’ve inflicted on me for years?”
“Clara, you don’t wanna do this. What happens after, when my dad kicks you out? Where’re you gonna go? Your own father doesn’t even fucking want you.”
I bite my lip, gripping the cheese grater as I bring it to his forehead. Shaving off the flesh while he screams proves to be very therapeutic. The blood beads and trickles down his face.
Ryan’s words creep under my skin, but I can’t worry about who doesn’t want me or how I’ll survive after this.
I need to focus on the moment, serving torture and reclaiming my freedom. He can’t move forward, but that doesn’t stop him from wiggling around like a fish out of water.
Grabbing my long charging cable I use it to secure his hips to the chair like a seatbelt.
“What? Don’t you like it? The big tough man you think you are.” I grin, knowing he’s a little bitch wrapped in a scary package.
“Fuck you, cunt,” he bites out, and I’ve had enough of his words.
I throw the bloody grater into the sink and stare at my handiwork. It’s a rough-looking job, but his skin hangs in small peels on his lap and across his broad chest.
Crimson stains the floor, each drop a testament to the evil unleashed upon me. The metallic tang of blood fills the air, a sickeningly sweet scent. With the metal kabob sticks in hand, I turn and move back to him.
“You stole so much of my fucking life. You sucked the happiness out of my veins for years. I knew better. I should never have listened to the words you crooned to me because I fell for your stupid games.” Strength runs through my blood, and with an inhale, I feel like a different person.
With a skewer in my hand, I grab his dick and pull until there’s no more skin to stretch—which isn’t much.
Can’t believe I was going to lose my life to a mediocre man with a pathetic cock. I spear the end to the wooden chair with a meat tenderizer.
He howls, and I enjoy being on the other end of that sound. Ryan has taken so much from me, more than I was ever freely willing to give, and as I look at him,I can’t help but smile, knowing I’m about to give him more. It’s finally my time to decide what happens.
