“You didn’t even try. He loved you and you didn’t…”
“He didn’t love me. I doubt he was even capable of that feeling.”
Not like a regular human being was anyway. Not like Fang was. My deliciously rough Fang. He was crude and egotistical, but that didn’t hide the way he cared so much. He drove me absolutely insane, but that was just because I was falling for him.
Had fallen for him.
“He...” My eyes tracked her every move. “He stalked me, and...” I swallowed down the bile in my throat before it choked me as she started pulling things from her bag. “Or was it you? Have you been stalking me from the very beginning?”
“He didn’t stalk you. He loved you and wanted you to be together. When you KILLED him, I wanted to be close to you. My family were ashamed, but I wanted us to be friends because that’s what he would have wanted. But you wouldn’t listen. You never LISTEN, Daniella!”
“My name is Gypsy.”
She ignored me. “If you had listened then it would have never come to this. This is your fault, no one else’s. But maybe once it is done, I will be able to see my brother again.” She picked up something oddly phallic. “Do you know he wanted to do this to you? He wrote it all down. He took those other women so he wouldn’t hurt you.” She sighed heavily, like this was some kind of chore for her, but I could see in her eyes how much she was enjoying it. How much she was getting off on it.
“I think after the way you betrayed him, he would be happy about this.”
I was running out of time. The crazy in her was taking over, and when it did, I didn’t want to know what would happen.
In my heart I knew it would be something really bad.
Melanie slid the tip of the knife down the front of my dress, and the material parted like butter cut with a hot knife, leaving my breasts exposed to her. The next swipe of her knife carved a burning hot trail of pain across my breast.
I cried out before I could help myself.
“My dad, he will pay for me. Pay a lot of money!” I blurted out, even though I knew it was useless.
“I know all about your dad. I’ve worked for him for four years. He trusts me. I made sure of it. I took that job just so I could get close to you.”
“My dad would never hire…”
She laughed. “I have a different second name, he never even knew. He was too busy trying to get into my pants to dig too deeply. Your father is no different than my brother.”
“My father isn’t a rapist,” I spat. “They are not even remotely the same.”
She ignored me. “I’m going to fuck you, Daniella.” Melanie’s words were silky smooth, and I blinked at her in shock. What the hell did she mean she was going to fuck me? My eyes travelled to the item cradled in her lap, and my mouth went dry.
“I’m going to fuck you like my brother always wanted to. I’m going to make sure you bleed and cry.” The knife flicked over my panties, and that was when I started to struggle. The cuffs on my wrists bit into my flesh. I couldn't help it. I needed to get away.
“Stay still.” She plunged the knife into the soft flesh of my stomach.
The breath left my lungs in a sudden gasp.
“Should I use the knife first, Daniella? Or the dildo?” She laughed. “I want you to suffer like he suffered. Like losing him made me suffer. It’s not going to be quick. I’ve waited a long time to do this.”
Something bulbous pressed against my opening and I clamped my leg shut.
“Open your legs.” The knife slashed across my thigh. And this time there was no pain, I could feel red hot blood gushing, but there was no pain.
“Fang will kill you,” I whispered, my voice thick with fear. I tried not to wince and cry out as she forced the object in her hand into my body.
“There won’t be enough left of you for him to find and anyway by now, he will think you have gone home. There’s no one left to come to your rescue, Dani, and even if there was, they are going to be too late.” There was another slice on my opposite thigh as she continued to breach my body with what was in her hand.
“Please.” I couldn't feel anything but pain. Pain and misery. And hovering on the edges, a floating feeling. I knew when that floating feeling took hold that it would all be over. I had to learn to embrace the pain.
“Are you begging already? I’ve only just started.”
In answer, I spat in her face.
