Retribution

“I’m not sure, but he’s an ally. He helps to keep the crazy at bay for a little while, he is in my bad book because of what he did to you, but he’s learnt his lesson. Adiran will never try to harm you again,” I said as I stared right into the shadow man’s eyes.

We followed Adiran to search for this Jackie through the shadows until we arrived inside a spacious living area, I wondered how such a snivelling creature could afford such a place and so many fineries.

There were shelves full of crystal ware, a large television that dominated the wall it was mounted upon. With plush sofas and a recliner positioned before it, as though she were the queen and it was her throne.

I stayed within the shadows, waiting for her to show herself and was surprised when a lady who had to be within her late thirties appeared. She wore thick makeup, which hindered her appearance more than aided it. With a figure-hugging wrap around dress and three inch heels.

She seemed rather pleased with herself as she ogled her own reflection, but her pleasantness soon faded away to shock as I appeared behind her. She stared at me through her reflection in the mirror and a sinister smile played upon my lips.

“You said I would never see you again if I did as you asked. I returned your money to you, so why would you come back?” She asked, working hard to keep the fear free from her voice.

“Jackie, Jackie, Jackie. Look at this place, it seems you put my money to a lot of frivolous uses. Did you hope this luxury would make you seem more appealing to the males of your species? You can put diamonds and glitter on shit, but it doesn’t make it any more appealing.”

“You vile little girl,” she said, as she spun around and connected her hand with my cheek.

“I’ll give you that one for free hag, but the next one will cost you.”

She must have seen something within my eyes, because she was running through what I assumed to be the kitchen door. I followed her at a leisurely pace, knowing that she stood no chance of escaping me.

“What did you do to her? I want to know every vicious act,” demanded Malachi, as he influenced her mind and she soon spilled all the nasty little secrets.

“I beat her black and blue on numerous occasions, belittled her whenever I could, spoke badly of her mother to try to hurt her. I even tried to kill her with my partner so we could have all the money. But what I want is to see her suffer, for her to be in agonising turmoil for the rest of her existence.”

“The things you did to me pale in comparison against the damage I could inflict upon you. I am your better in every way, so why don’t you get down on that floor and beg me to spare your life. Kiss my feet, grovel and plead with me like the dog you are.”

“I will never beg you for anything,” she shrieked as she ran at me and thrust a knife straight into my abdomen.

It was fun to let her think she had won for a moment, but her eyes soon filled with fear, as I pulled it out in one swift moment, letting the blood fall from the blade burning a hole wherever it landed.

“Jackie, I told you the next one would cost you, and I am a girl of my word.”

Grabbing her by the back of her head, I slammed it into the glass pane on her back door, there was a sickening crunch and she left a smear of blood in her wake.

“My dearie, humans are a lot weaker than what you are used too, you may want to take your time if you want to draw out the pleasure you will feel from killing this thing.”

Adiran was right, I did not want her to have an easy death, I had to make her suffer and suffering was becoming my very own sweet nectar.

26

Unya

I had set the stage, with Jackie restrained to a kitchen chair. I started off by destroying what she held dear, aka, her appearance.

I started off by tearing chunks of her hair out, revelling in her cries. I got tired of the task and instead hacked the rest of her hair off with a sharp knife, ensuring that I nicked her scalp with every swipe of the blade.

While I did that Malachi busied himself looking for something in the drawers, but I wasn’t concerned with what

he was doing.

She was snivelling pathetically, especially as I ran the tip of my blade from the corner of her left eye, down her cheek and past the corner of her mouth. I carried the knife across her chin and up to the opposite eye. The blade I used for this was serrated and pulled against her flesh, scarring her face beautifully.

Her eyes kept following the direction of the knife as I continued to carve into her face, I appreciated a captive audience but that didn’t stop me from jamming the tip of the blade into her right eye.

She screamed out more profusely than before, as I pulled her eye straight out of the socket, she howled like a banshee, but I knew no one would hear her tortured screams.

“Please Unya, please just stop. This isn’t you,” she pleaded with me, her one eye begging me with an anguish filled look.

“You don’t order a three-course meal and then leave once you’ve finished the starter. Oh no, I have no intentions of stopping anytime soon.”