“Woo-hoo! What a fucking party!” he yelled as he walked out of the bathroom, then paced the room while clapping. “Doesn’t it look pretty?” he asked her.
I held my breath while staring at her, afraid what he’d do next.
She nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Why couldn’t you look that pretty for me?” he asked her.
“I’m so sorry, sir.” I watched her go from being truthfully amused to that cringeworthy, almost inaudible voice. It was sad, but the pain didn’t let me think. I was so confused. She’d obeyed him. Why was she shrinking away from him? Was I missing something?
My heart hammered as if I’d been running a twenty-mile marathon. I truly feared I’d die of a heart attack.
“Now for the grand finale.”
What was he talking about? I prayed he wouldn’t touch me, because I couldn’t even move.
He walked around, grabbing something from his clothes, but I stared into the abyss, too tired and helpless to do anything. Suddenly, I felt what I thought to be a bug on my temple, so I lifted my hand to scratch at it, only to discover it was the barrel of a gun.
“Now… little whore. Pick up the knife…” After the fall, the knife clattered on the ground. “And stab her.”
A knife? He brought a knife? The excitement rolled through me, igniting an energy I didn’t think I possessed anymore. I took hold of the handle and enjoyed feeling it, tightening my grip on it. It felt like an emotional reacquaintance with a friend I hadn’t seen in too long. I cloaked my sudden burst of true euphoria from him.
This man was an idiot. Or maybe that was the point. He thought I would enjoy stabbing her. I took a peek at the girl who was now extremely pale and forming the word no with her lips while slowly shaking her head and inching away from me. When I smiled at her, her eyes bugged out with fear.
“I said stab her!” he yelled, pressing the gun to my temple until it hurt. There was a click. I had no choice but to kill her. I tried my hardest not to, but a little bit of a smile crept at the corner of my mouth. I closed my eyes, focused on the aching of my hips, legs, toes, wrists, pussy, and ass, on how he just tortured and raped me.
I had no choice, Sir was gone.
God, men are so fucking stupid.
Since I was still lying down, he’d had to bend down to reach my head with the gun. Slowly, I rose. Every muscle in my body sent currents of excruciating pain, but my legs and feet were the worst for wear. I knew if I tried, I wouldn’t be able to stand. I rolled my eyes to the side, trying to see him. Squeezing the handle of the knife comforted me, like a teddy bear comforted a child.
I remembered a knife I had before all this. It was so beautiful. Much prettier than this one, but at least this one promised me everything was going to be okay. I dragged myself toward her with the gun on my temple. We cornered her. While acting like I was hesitating killing her, I looked at her one more time, then back at him again.
“Did I not make myself clear? You have five seconds.”
Oh good, we’re going to count. In my head I sang, “It’s the final count down.”
“One … two … three … four … five?—”
The warm blood sprayed out of his neck, and a bright-red river rained down. The second he squeezed the trigger, I threw myself out of the way.
BOOM!
The sound deafened me and all I heard was the high-pitchedBEEEEEEEEEEP. The gun and his body fell. He covered the wound with his palm, but the blood quickly seeped through his fingers as he choked.I felt something leaking out of my ear. The sound had broken my eardrum. Another part of my body hurting.
32. Red Was My Favorite Color
MAGDALENA
My heart painfully thumped. I couldn’t hear the girl’s screams, but her frightened expression made me giggle. Then I realized she was running away from me.
It hurt my feelings.
I had just saved her life! That wasn’t fair.We should be besties forever!Although, forever would only be a few minutes ’cause they’d come soon to execute us.
Although I couldn’t hear, her panic and lack of gratitude annoyed the fuck out of me, but I didn’t have time to think about any of that. I turned back to him and stabbed him where his kidneys were again and motherfucking again with more strength than I’d ever thought myself to have. The blood was nice and warm on my hands and splashing out of him.
This was so delicious.The knife slashed into a gooey fat organ with the texture of gelatin but more substantial. I liked how the blood made my hands nice and slippery. While looking at my hands covered in the most beautiful color I’d ever seen, I was no longer in the room. There was dirt and grass around me. A full bright moon lit everything. I could hear the bugs buzzing. I smiled at the sudden change in location. There was a familiarity with the place, but I couldn’t remember where I was.
