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WARNING:
The next chapter might be triggering to some.

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                       ELIJAH

        With my Rose tied up nicely in my bedroom and Damien tied up carefully in the basement, I felt mortified. It was such a good feeling to win. It felt so damn great to have victory over the both of them although I still had some unfinished business with Damien.

      Holding my cigarette between my lips, I sat in front of Damien, piercing his orbs with a tight gaze. His eyes held no fear, no regret, just bluntness. I had expected this from him for I knew that was what he was trained to be.

            A numb piece of shit.

     But oh well, all the more fun for me. Taking the first thing lined up onto the table, I eyed the nail carefully, gliding my finger through its sharp edge. I knew what I was about to do was sick and disgusting but none of that mattered in my eyes.

      With all my concentration on the task at hand, I drove the nail into Damien's eye, pushing it farther and farther until it was buried deep. His screams and grunts of agony made me smile, enjoying the feeling it brought with it. Blood splattered everywhere causing a mess but that wasn't the deal in hand.

        Being the strong willed guy he was, Damien still stared at me showing no signs of giving up or calling my torture off. It actually seemed like he was ready to take it all for his pride.

        What a nice challenge he gave me.

     Taking the next item on the list, I stood up, knife in hand as his eyes followed my every move. The gag on his mouth restrained him from saying much but we both knew the question that lingered in the air. Slowly but very gently, I took off his gag, got hold of his tongue and nicely cut it off with the pen knife in hand.

     Grunts, screams and incoherent sayings were all I could hear as blood splattered on the walls, furniture and most of all my shirt. It was such a joy to feel the rush of power but it just ticked me off to see no tears in his eye or weakness in his muscles. I just couldn't put a finger on how he could hold up so perfectly.

    My anger raged off the roof when he started laughing, no stiffness following it. The one eye he still had gazed at me, daring me to do more and he knew that I was close to losing it. He knew that I was losing my patience and couldn't hold back the itching in my fingers. He knew that it would all end up into one thing, and so that was what I did.

               I didn't hold back.

      Swiftly, I rose the blade and severed his neck, ending the short lived but painful torture he had been going through.

                   Such a bastard.

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                      ROSETTE

      
      The relief I felt after Elijah set me loose was unfathomable as I was sure he would torture me to no end. I was currently fitting the dress he left for me with instructions to meet him downstairs for a special dinner. I couldn't quite make out what his plan was but I knew better than to be ungrateful for his mercy. Taking a final look at myself, I fled down the stairs, hoping the evening wouldn't end in blood.

      The dining was set to perfection as expected. The light was dimmed and candles surrounded a set for two in the middle of the vast room. His excellency stood there, his Armani suit a perfect fit and his eyes trained on me. With a nervous smile, I headed towards him and we both sat in the vicinity.

        "Before we eat, I just want you to know that I prepared all this because I love you dearly."

      His words sure shook me but I was quick to put on a smile and nod in agreement to avoid any argument. With that, our dish was brought and ready to be served. Being the lady that I was, I opened the cover and prepared myself to serve but was met with the ugliest scene I could possibly find.

     Damien's head stood on the platter, baked and cooked into perfection.

             "Bon apetite my Rose."











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