“Fine, I will.” I move to stand next to Ghost. This next piece of information is likely going to be what breaks his self control.
“Just before we captured him, he was talking with some of the cartel members. He admitted to being behind the plane crash but that’s not all. There was a trade for their help.” I say in a gentle tone, hoping to smooth the war raging in his eyes.
“What kind of trade?” Guarded confusion dances on his expression but I push on. He needs to know.
“A virgin.” I breathe out, like it's a relief to let go of this information.
“You son of a bi-” Ghost screams as he charges Dominic but I throw a hand out fast enough to stop him. I don't know when or if Scarlett will ever be ready to share what happened here. Therefore, I must be the one to tell Ghost this final blow.
“Wait, I’m not done. He didn’t just trade her Ghost.” I beg internally that he will catch on. That I won’t have to say what horrific thing he did.
“What are you saying?” The tone of Ghost’s voice hangs heavy with denial. Like he knows but he doesn't want to believe it.
“He-” I begin before an angelic voice cuts through the room.
“He was the first one to- break me in.” Scarlett says while stuttering, feet away from our group. Like she’s reciting an exact line of words she’s heard. As if there are kinder words to use but she feels compelled to speak plainly instead. Ghost doesn't move. Doesn’t even react andthatscares me worst of all.
“Well that’s it then. We know everything.” I say after a moment, not knowing how else to proceed. Then Dominic laughs. He laughs, but not in your ordinary dark humor or inappropriate response to trauma kind of way. He laughs in a victorious, pure evil kind of way. The kind of menacing laugh only someone who knows they will win could offer.
“You *laugh* think *laugh* that’s *laugh* the worst thing I've done? Oh..” His laughter slowly dies off.
“Do you know how she got the street name, The Siren?” Dominic asks Ghost.
“Yes.” It’s only one word but it holds so much emotion.
“But do you know who gave it to her? Who got her screaming so loud, for so long, that she couldn’t speak for weeks after? Did you know who broke her in for the first time? Who put her in that little hell hole?” The color drains from my face, as my heart pounds, and my stomach churns.
“Me.” There it is. All my pain and…strength comes from this man. He is the man that made me colder, meaner, more resilient to pain, and most importantly, a better killer. He mademejust as much as he turned Blake into Ghost. Ghost screaming like a rabid beast pulls me from my thoughts but I hold him back. For what, I don't know.
“You needed to learn! To toughen up! You were always so soft on her. You were so dick whipped, you were becoming a liability and an embarrassment. So you needed to be taught a lesson. She was supposed to die but the Spanish couldn’t get their shit together. They slipped up.” Dominic breathes out a pained breath. It all ends here.
Walking towards Dominic, I stand over his body examining the man I once saved. A man that raped not only a child, but also his own daughter. A man that tortured me for over a year. A man that tortured his own son, mentally and likely physically too. A man that has caused thousands of deaths. A man that- a thought hits me, pausing my previous mental processes.
“Do you fear death, Dominic?” I ask while creeping towards him.
“Doesn’t everyone?” He questions rhetorically.
“No. See the thing is… you may fear Death but you haven’t met her yet. I have. And you want to know what she did? She spit me back out. Not once, but dozens oftimes.” I lunge downward, falling into a screwed position while each leg rests on either side of his waist.
“The thing about Death is that she only fears what she can’t have, Dominic. She’s tried time and time again, each ending in failure.” I reach out and pull his head up by the hair, forcing him inches from my face.
“You may fear her, but she bows to me. Do you want to know why? I am much, much worse.” I smile menacingly before I lean down and kiss his forehead.
“That was for Scarlett.” I kiss him again.
“That was for Ghost.” Another kiss.
“That was for all of the lives you have taken.” Last kiss.
“And that, that was for Aria.” I say with restitution.
“Who the fuck is Aria?” Dominic asks hardly.
“The girl you also tortured and assaulted in that place.” I spit venom.
“Ah, yes. Pretty little thing wasn’t she? Her family owed me money. They couldn’t pay up so I took something of equal value. Once she was used well and good, we turned her into a snuff film.” He smiles up at me.
“I see. Well, good thing we are making one of our own right?” I point down to the camera that is situated on my vest.
