Chapter 33 - The Queen Bloodlust

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{A/N: I apologize in advance for my bad skills in writing action scenes again. But on the bright side, this is a long chapter, so... Enjoy!}

Regina POV

After Padre... His body was soon taken out, thankfully. I don't know how much I could've handled his... his... Lifeless body being around that much.

Again, time was unknown to me. That blonde mutt still comes here and tortures me to his convenience. Sometimes he even brought in some other people with him. They were big, bulky guys; his own torturers, if my guess would be right.

Lately, they've been trying a different way of getting me to hand over the Mafia. He started to inject me with this drug that made me have very painful seizures.

First, it started to burn me from the inside, as if there was a fucking forest fire in my guts, then that heat started to become so hot that it turned cold. So cold that I felt like I had hypothermia. Then, it caused blood to seep out of my nose and the sides of my mouth, and finally, I shook violently as if in a seizure. After that, I'd go unconscious.

How many times? Ha! If only I knew. Hell, maybe he even repeated it while I was asleep!

Heh, sleep. You'd think that being unconscious would be the only place that I'd have some peace and comfort. Well, fuck. There isn't any fucking peace even in the land of unconsciousness for me.

Nightmares plagued my sleep. Again and again, I could see Padre dying. Again and again I could see his death. Again and again, I saw a bullet penetrate his brain, and go through the other side.

What's worse? In my nightmares, it wasn't just a bullet.

Sometimes, I saw his head being severed by an ax. Sometimes, it was by electrified water. Sometimes, he died without any of his limbs. Sometimes, he was being thrown into a room full of wild, savage animals. And the worst of all of them was... Was...

Was the one where I was the one who killed him.

By my bare hands.

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"Oy, wake up. Today's your lucky day. Not!" Hearing Cavillor's voice first thing I wake up from my nightmares isn't the best way to arise. "Today's the day when heads are going to roll around."

I peeked open my bruised eyes, feeling a harsh touch on my wrists which were still hanging from the ceiling. I saw someone beside me, fiddling with the chains, and suddenly, without any warning at all, gravity welcomed me in its motherfucking arms.

I grunted, not giving them the satisfaction of hearing me scream.

I never did scream or yell in pain anyway. In my whole torture here, I've only grunted, groaned, or winced whenever I felt pain. Any louder will feed to their egos and satisfaction.

I should know. That's how I felt whenever I tortured someone.

My abrupt fall made a splash beneath me. A splash of blood. My blood. I glanced to my hand which was soaked in the crimson liquid. Well, who would've thought that I had so many fucking blood in me? I thought by now I'd have died from blood loss. Guess not.

The next thing I felt was tingles running up my legs, and finally, I could feel a bit strength in them. Enough for me to stand.

Not that I needed to, since at that next moment, the person that untied me grabbed my wrists and started to literally drag me out to who the hell knows where, Cavillor leading us.

I tried to remember the twist and turns. I swear, I did, but I lost count at the third door, seventh left and fifth right. Or was it the sixth?

As we were nearing wherever, I could now start to hear a loud sound. Like static on bad television. Is that just me or..?

The closer we got, the louder the strange sounds also got, and right before they opened another door that would lead to where the noise came from, I realized what it was.

Cheers.

Cheers of a crowd.

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I was put in a ring. Looking around, I realized that it was more like a pit that a ring. The viewers' seats were above me, designed to look as if they were all looming down on the fighters. The ground beneath me was sand, but it had a copper color. Dried blood, so it seems. Just like the ones that smeared the walls. There were numerous large metal gates; one that I came from, and the others where I could only guess where my opponents would come from.

I'm not stupid. I know that this is a fight to death. I know that there can only be one survivor after every match.

And hell be damned if that wouldn't be me.

I looked up at a certain area above me. There was what seemed to be special seats there, as it was a bit clearer than the others. I glared with all that I could to whoever my eyes met with.

So, are they going to kill me now? Ha, they probably got tired of trying to force it out of me, and instead they took me here to die. But, of course, not just any death. A death that not only would bring them satisfaction and pride, but also, entertainment.

As the other metal gates started to open by sliding upwards, I clenched the double daggers in my hand which were the only form of defense I had for my bruised, battered, and sickly body.

They want entertainment? Oh, I'll give them entertainment.

With that in my thoughts, I let my bloodlust cloud over.

Bitches and assholes, I present to you, the Queen Bloodlust.

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THIRD PERSON POV

The crowd cheered excitedly as the gates continued to lift. They wanted to see death. They wanted to see blood, gore, and pain. But most of all, they wanted to see the infamous queen of the Italian Mafia die.

So without any more time to waste, the people waiting behind those metal walls rushed forward. Their minds having one goal. To kill this woman, but to have fun at the same time.

They first circled her, seeing that she was at the smack middle of the circular pit. As the final man flooded in, silence abruptly ensued in the whole area. Suspense hung thickly in the air, everyone waiting for someone to make the first move.

Because no one was moving except for the faint rising of their chests, it was clear to all that was present how Regina repositioned her daggers in her hands, and clenched them. Unexpectedly, startling everyone, the woman in front of them suddenly crouched, extended both arms, and swung in a full circle.

Since no one was expecting such a rapid and unpredicted movement, the ones nearest to her moved back a single step, but stayed frozen. Once she stopped, that when everyone noticed that she had drawn a deep circle in the sand, surrounding her.

Because she was faced downwards, no one could read the look on her face, thus making some of them uncomfortable, as they were all used to their opponents looking at them in the eye.

Of course, to some, this move of hers caused their egos to inflate. She doesn't want to look at them? Ha! That simply means she's scared. Why wouldn't she be? They've got her surrounded.

Finally, an arrogant male decided to make a move, thinking that if he's the one to kill this weka girl, he'd get a promotion or a raise.

Once he took a first step inside the drawn circle, a blur suddenly crossed everyone's eyes. Too fast. It was too fast for the naked eye to comprehend properly. The only thing that they saw next was a head stumbling outside the circle.

They were shocked. Too shocked to move. What had happened? Was there a flash of lightning? Did a gust of wind tear through their comrade's neck and decapitate him?

Drip. Drip. Two drops of blood fell to the copper ground from a single dagger. One of them was still shiny and bloodless, while the other was stained with the crimson liquid.

"You!" Someone screamed. A man in the front rushed to the girl that was still facing the grounding. Revenge. He wanted to take revenge for his older brother.

Blinded by his rage, he ran to her, and when his foot landed a single step in the drawn ring, a blur was what all the people saw. Once again, two thuds were heard. One of a headless body, and another of a bodiless head.

They all looked at the head that stood proudly in the circle, eyes and mouth open with lifeless rage, and then at the woman in front of them.

To their shock, she began shaking. Trembling.

Normally, they'd be proud of making someone shudder, but this one wasn't a shiver of fear. Instead, they themselves felt that shudder. From the nearest person to the circle, up to the farthest person in the back. All of them shivered.

Then, those trembles had some volumes. From a small snicker, to a burst of full-blown laughter. Now, they were all looking at her in fright.

Finally, she raised her head, and looked straight to the pavilion that she shouldn't have seen, unexpectedly making eye contact with a certain blonde. He flinched, seeing her eyes locked to his.

Those that saw her eyes now had a look of horror that they felt to the core of their souls.

Who is this human? And why did her eyes turn... Red?!

"Get her!" Someone in the crowd around her shouted, breaking the silence.

Following the voice, they all gathered their composure, and rushed towards the only woman in the middle. This time, though, they weren't so cocky like before.

The strongest of the battalion rushed towards her, but like before, the second their feet touched the inside of the cirque, their heads would detach from their bodies. This troubled the others. They weren't given any weapons, and nor had they taken the initiative to bring one since they all knew that her body had been mutilated already.

None of them were expecting her strength.

She wanted to laugh out loud again. This? This is what they could do? Well, no wonder their Mafia was placed on only second.

Since not one of them had weapons or anything to use against her, they had no choice but to step in the ring to reach her.

But how could they when the moment one of them steps in, they can't even see her coming?

One of them had an idea. He signaled the other to encircle her, and to step in the drawn ring at the same time. Surely she couldn't take all of them at the same time.

But, once again, they had underestimated her.

Once all of them rushed to her simultaneously, she spun on a full 360° again, but this time, she didn't crouch. Instead, she just extended her arms, and in that swift movement, all five of them that tried to gang up on her got their necks slit, and fell dead.

Now, the remaining ones finally realized who they were up against.

Another gust of silence passed as everyone saw the strongest fighters fall down unconscious to the sand. And shocking all that was there, they heard a low, guttural voice that sent fear shocking their body.

"My turn."

Then, she stepped out of the circle.

With the speed of lightning, she reached the nearest man to her, and this time, she didn't aim for his head. She slashed both daggers through his chest, opening it, plunging her bare hand in the raw, bloody flesh, and tugged. In one force, she took back her fist, and inside it, was a heart. Still beating.

She squished it between her fingers, and the sight caused some to be a bit queasy. Sure, they did go here for this, but now that it's right in front of them, but worse, they couldn't help but feel that it was a bit too much.

Ah, but this would be unfortunate for them. The Queen Bloodlust had been honing up her bloodlust for so long already, why would she not take the opportunity to kill and satisfy her demons now?

So, on she went, every person that gets even two feet of her, dead. Heads far from their bodies, hearts crushed in a literal sense, guts being tossed out in the open. The crowd had long gotten over their shock, and was now sadistically enjoying the horrifying scene before them.

And in only less than two hours, all fifty of the strongest men of the British Mafia was dead. All by the hands of a single person.

The Queen Bloodlust.

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