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He scrambles back, crab-walking right into the wall where he has no more room to run.
“I’m the girl you thought you broke,” I say quietly, taking a step toward him as his body seizes in delicious fear. “I’m the girl you took too much from.” Another step from me, and a pained sound from him as he tries to stand, but falls back down in his haste. “I’m the girl you thought you killed.”
He finally gets to his feet, and my fist shoots out, connecting with his face over and over as he weakly tries to shield himself.
I finally grab his hair and slam his face into the glass, knowing Jake is on the other side and enjoying this like I am.
“I’m the girl who finally ends your reign of terror.”
“No,” he groans, wincing when I slam his face into the wall again. Then I grab his hair, jerking his head back, letting him see the bloody reflection of his face staring back at him.
“I’m going to let you watch every fucking second of it, just like you did for Marcus.”
He cries out in pain when I wrench his arm back hard enough to dislocate it from its socket, using just the right angle.
He turns and tries to hit me with his good hand, but it’s a pathetic swing that I dodge with too much ease.
“So weak,” I taunt. “All those women were hurt by such a weak man.”
His eyes darken, and a sick smile spreads over my lips as a knife slides to my feet, accompanied by the sound of the door shutting and sealing again.
“I think I’ll join you on this one,” Jake says as he nears.
Kyle dives for the knife, but I pick it up and kick him away, ignoring the burning tears trying to breach my eyes. I’ve envisioned this moment for so long, but he’s so much weaker than I remember.
I remember the strength he held us down with. His words coming back to me as Jake wrestles the screaming Kyle to the ground, restrain
ing his arms just the way he held us restrained.
“Oh, you’re going to love this, baby. Just like you used to.”
I grab the knife, and I slam it down on one finger, listening to the ripe screams that follow. A shudder slithers through me, the high of revenge oozing through my veins with a tangible presence.
It takes a little effort, but the knife finally cracks through the fragile bone, and another bloodcurdling scream is released into the box.
Jake smirks as I hold up the first finger.
“Hold her down! Hold Marcus down too. This is going to be fun.”
“This is going to be fun,” I say, echoing his words from the past as I shove the finger into his mouth and hold my hand down as I clutch his nose. I straddle his body to hold him steadier, and listen as he gags and chokes on his own finger that I cut off mid-knuckle.
He fights it hard, but the instinct to swallow finally overrides all else, and I release him after his throat works painfully to take the finger down.
As soon as I release him, he vomits, turning his head to the side as tears run down his face.
“Don’t get sick, Victoria,” Kyle taunts as I retch, spilling my guts on the pavement, then forced to wallow in it as he holds me down for Lawrence to have his turn. “We’re just getting started.”
“Don’t get sick, Kyle. We’re just getting started,” I say, slicing through another finger, taking one more digit that once held me in place.
As he cries out, more memories assault me, and tears of pure hatred skid down my cheeks unexpectedly.
“The daughter of a whore and a fucking pussy. You see, I know your dad never had the balls to kill those women. I just don’t care. Now take it, Victoria. Take it and shut the hell up.”
“Take it!” I shout, slicing through another finger. “Take it and shut the hell up!”
Jake holds him down harder as I work through all ten fingers, then tie up the damage, preventing him from bleeding too much.
Kyle is a sobbing mess, but I wasn’t lying. We’re just getting started.
