An eye for an eye.
A manic smile appears on her face, and I can already anticipate her answer.
"Me! I gave birth to you, so you can only be mine. There's no one worthier."
"Really," I drawl, disgust settling deep in my gut as I remember just how entitled she'd been to me and my body. "Is that why you kept trying to fuck me in my sleep?"
"It's not as if you didn't like it," she raises an eyebrow. "I can still remember the taste of your cum in my mouth." She makes a sick noise with her mouth, and I already feel like taking out my gun and shooting her.
Not yet!
"You're fucking sick." I shake my head in disbelief.
"Imagine the perfect children we could have!" she continues to blabber, more absurdities coming out of her mouth.
At this point, I can only conclude that she's either the most depraved being on Earth or she's just mental.
Or maybe both.
Taking out my phone, I dial Nero.
"Come in," I tell him, and he soon appears from a hidden door of the warehouse carrying two small cages.
"I always knew I was going to kill you someday, Mother," I say, casually circling her table, and she looks at me suspiciously. She has absolutely no idea what awaits her. "I only held off because of my sisters, even though you've never been an exemplary mother to them either. But you had to touch Allegra." I make a tsk sound as I stop next to her head. "You see, she may beaverageto you, but to me she'severything."Her eyes widen at my emphasis on the word "everything."
"You can't mean that," she whispers, desolation ravaging her features for the first time.
"Oh, but I do," I give her a half-smile as I stoop to whisper in her ear, "and that means I will shownomercy." I hear her tiny intake of breath, and she must realize I'm being serious.
"But your father…he won't allow it," she sputters, and I can only chuckle.
"As far as everyone knows, you are now on a flight to Sicily for a prolonged vacation. Do you really think my father willeverremember you? There will be some postcards here and there, of course, but other than that, he won't care that you're gone."
She pales at my words, mostly because she knows I'm right. Throughout their marriage, he's made no secret of his many affairs or mistresses or of the fact that there's no love lost between them.
"I will show you exactly what it feels like to be stuck in your own skin, with no control over what happens to your body. Anddon't think I have no affection for you," I add, and a spark appears in her eyes only to be crushed when I finish my sentence. "I spent a great deal of time thinking of the perfect way to end your existence. Granted, I've had more than a decade to think in detail about what I'd do to you. But this?" I incline my head to where Nero's standing. "This is for Allegra, with love."
I stand up and, lighting a cigarette, bark my first orders.
I'd chosen Nero for this specific venture because I'd seen how trustworthy he could be. He's also a cold, psychotic bastard. I don't think he has any limits to what he can do to another human being. And so, the fun can begin.
Nero goes to the table and, rotating a small wheel, inclines it forty-five degrees, my mother's head oriented toward the floor while her feet are in the air.
He opens a duffel bag full of tools and takes out a speculum.
"What?" My mother's eyes widen when she sees it, and she starts thrashing against her restraints. It doesn't help, since I'd made sure of the tight fit.
Nero's face is professionally blank as he throws my mother's skirt over her hips and removes her underwear.
Then, he pushes the speculum into her vagina, enlarging the opening.
I take the last drag of my cigarette before throwing it to the ground and lighting another, moving around to get the full experience of my mother's emotions as she experiences the violation of her body.
Only, I'm not so vile as to use rape. On the contrary, my gentlemanly senses tell me I should be moregentlethan that. She is my birth mother, after all.
Leaving the speculum in place, Nero brings forward a jar with a yellow substance inside.
I'd instructed him to make a veryparticularconcoction. I admit I'd drawn a lot of inspiration from the ancient practice ofscaphism, but I'd made a few tweaks to it so it would accommodate a different medium and a few other participants.
