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His head rolls left to right on the ground as an achy moan escapes his mouth.
Taunting him, Rain speaks up, “The Dark One says you’re next.”
That’s my fucking girl.
Chapter 32
Rain
Turning around, I face the remaining petrified followers of The Chapel.
All cowards—the whole lot of them.
Pointing to the four immediately in front of me, “Pick him up and hold him down on the table like you have done with all of us in the past.”
My tone surprises me, it’s authoritative and confident. I want to smile with pride, but I resist. This isn’t the time for celebration. People have been and are dying here tonight.
The selected four don’t move.
They start elbowing each other, communicating as if to say you go first. It’s evident now why they are here as followers, none of them could be leaders.
“Did she stutter? Leading up to tonight, you all called her ‘your’ Principessa Oscura, when did that change?” Elijah’s strong voice dominates the room while calling them out on their shit.
None of them respond.
Elijah picks his bat up, steps towards the four and his tone turns eerie. “That’s what I thought. Now get the fuck over there and get this sack of shit on the table and keep him there.”
“You ungrateful children,” my father moans while still on the ground. The four I select scurry over and grab him by his arms and legs. He tries to fight it but is still groggy from being knocked out, his efforts are weak.
Elijah braces himself on the other side of the table as they lay my father’s body down.
“You can’t do this to me. I am your Master, release me at once, peasants!”
I clear my throat, “How does it feel? Being helpless, vulnerable and completely at my mercy?”
His head snaps towards me, spitting his words, “You are no child of mine.”
“Sadly and regretfully, I am. But I wish I wasn’t.”
Elijah pounds both of his fists on top of the table. It shakes from his force. Looking at him, his head moves up slowly, his eyes glare and his face is hard.
“You are all as fucked as he is if any of you try to help him.” He allows his words to sink in before continuing, “As for you Maxton, you delusional, egotistical, power-hunger con artist, by now I suspect you have guessed that I didn’t bring Rain here because of The Dark One, or you really summoned her.”
Elijah lowers his voice to a loud whisper and looks directly into my father’s eyes, “Between the two of us, I think she’s going to kill you.”
A tiny laugh escapes me, I have not seen this side of E during kills before, and the sarcastic humor is an unexpected but pleasant surprise.
“He’s right. I am. Perhaps I will have remorse after it’s done, although I cannot be sure, yet. But The Dark One told us your name next, who are we to deny him, right father?”
Elijah bangs on the table again, this time more rapidly with his closed fists. Hysterical laughter erupts from his mouth.
My father’s eyes widened in fear.
The four holding him down startle, and the pounding scares them further. The unpredictability of the situation adds to it. I fucking love it.
It’s about time they all felt how it feels to be on the other side.
As Elijah stops pounding, the room goes completely silent, waiting to see what will come next.
