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And one between the eyes ’cause he was foolish enough to look back.
I hit them like perfect targets, and each of them fell in the dirt.
I cackled as I watched them fall, salivating for the ultimate power trip. I pounced on James one more time with a feral ferocity, lifting him up with one hand around his throat. He was suffocating on his own blood. His balls squashed. His eyes bulged from their sockets, and he was gasping for breath—a desperate plea for mercy that did not come.
He moaned a plea, but the garbled hiss of his voice was barely understandable.
He spluttered helplessly as I forced myself upon him, enjoying my absolute dominion over his pathetic existence. The pleasure bubbled inside me as he writhed in anguish and terror, struggling against the inevitable with no hope for escape. His life ebbed away, and I felt his soul being dragged to eternal damnation, by my hands and at my will. I watched with a glee of psychotic delight until the final breath left his bloodied body.
“This is for Clover,” I said just as he died.
I spat on his body because, even in death, he deserved to be humiliated. I slammed my boot on his skull. I cracked his ribs. I snapped his hand.
Standing over the lifeless body, I unzipped my jeans with a clink. His once-human form was now just a grotesque collection of battered flesh and splintered bone, and I felt a weird satisfaction.
My piss hit his body, making a low, almost silent splash. It soaked into his torn clothes, darkening the fabric. Droplets that missed him sunk instantly into the thirsty earth.
The morning sun was like a spotlight on the stream as it fell on his corpse, dribbling into his open wounds and pooling around his injuries.
The sharp stink of urine clashed with the metallic scent of blood, a grotesque mixture that filled the air. It was a harsh reminder of the messed-up situation.
It was a raw sight, my act of disrespect splattering on his broken body. A disgusting, final insult to his death. That was the full stop to his pathetic story.
I stood there, my chest heaving with exertion and my heart pounding with a sense of triumph. But even as I basked in my victory, I couldn’t shake the feeling of unease that settled over me. The darkness that had fueled my rage was still there, simmering just beneath the surface.
It wasn’t enough.
What if someone else hurt Clover? What if I couldn’t protect her again?
I was done failing people.
I’d already failed my mother. I couldn’t do it again. I wouldn’t survive it.
As I stood there, looking down at the broken bodies of the men, a sense of confusion and dread washed over me like a dark wave. The ground around me was stained red with blood, the sun casting a blistering hot glow on the scene of violence that had just occurred. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my senses on high alert.
As I stood there, surrounded by the carnage, I felt something deep within me shift. I had crossed a line, and there was no going back. The bloodstains on the sand and the lifeless bodies lying before me were a testament to that. As the dust settled, a torrent of emotions surged through me. And in that moment, I knew.
She was mine.
Clover had awakened something within me—a force I could not comprehend nor control.
I would be her guardian, her sentinel, her avenger. I would be the shadow that lurked in the night, the blade that struck down her enemies, the shield that would protect her from all harm. I would be her strength when she faltered, her solace when she wept, her sanctuary when the world threatened to tear her apart.
As I stood there, the sun casting its punishing light upon the scene of my vengeance, I made a solemn vow.
For in the end, she was my salvation. And I would fight to the very last breath to keep her safe, to keep her close, and to keep her mine. Forever.
She just didn’t know it yet.
CLOVER
Istirred in my sleep, my dreams slowly receding as consciousness began to return. Blinking my eyes open, I gradually became aware that I was not in my own bed, nor in my own room.
As my gaze wandered, trying to make sense of my surroundings, I realized I was in an RV. The space was small but well-maintained, and there was a faint smell of leather and oil in the air. I felt a strange mixture of confusion and comfort, as though I was both out of place and yet somehow safe.
As I shifted, I felt Declan’s unyielding stare pierce my skin. It was like he was sizing me up, examining each and every inch of me. What happened hit me like a punch, and I suddenly remembered everything that happened the night before.
The men.
