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She tilts her head and pale blond hair shifts against her shoulders. What looks to be a sloppy ponytail that has been pulled loose in what I assume to be the struggle of getting her here.
The twins weren’t rough with her, were they?
“Actually, I am.” She inhales slowly as her chin tips higher. “And you’re Dante Lombardi.”
How does this woman know my name when I’ve only just now learned of her existence? She’s confirmed her identity, but my brain is not accepting it. In the end, I’ve known her for months, of her work and all the damage she’s done.
I’m supposed to take this beauty away from the world? She looks harmless. From her pale skin, matching hair, and odd-shaded eyes, she resembles a rabbit. A poor, defenseless rabbit.
One who has made my life a living hell. One I’ve wanted dead for a long while, and by my own hands too.
The reminder leaves the worst taste in my mouth.
She doesn’t need to hide behind a screen to do damage. I’m already feeling attacked and she’s bound in a fucking chair.
Looking down at the filthy bag, I’m tugging my hair back and forcing my eyes to look elsewhere. I can’t process this. Just when I think I had the rest of my day planned out with justifying revenge, one fork in the road is all it takes to screw everything up.
I don’t like this one bit. This silenced rage is not one I prefer. I do better when I can just take out the problem with my bare hands.
“You could lie and try to weasel your way out,” I try, hoping she’ll give me a reason to remember everything I’ve had to do to get her here. “Play a victim or something. Pretend you’re sorry.”
Here I am giving her ideas. If any of the others saw me now, they’d call me a coward. My hands should be bloodied with relief flooding my system. My fingers should be wrapped around her throat, teasing her with her possibly last breath.
I’m supposed to betorturingher. Instead,I’mthe one being tortured.
“It’s short for Veronica,” she admits and I can still feel her eyes pointed in my direction.
Why isn’t she scared? Why is she feeling the need to tell me such information?
Out of frustration, I ask her all the questions plaguing my mind. I’ve seen men break down and plead to be releasedbeforeI get my hands on them. This little rabbit hasn’t given me anything but an unsettling feeling.
With her hands tied behind her, the best she can offer is a shrug.
The fact that she’s unharmed without tape on her mouth, I can’t help but think she’s come in willing. Who does that? She must’ve known her fate, why didn’t she put up a fight? Were the ropes and bag just for show?
Is that why Aldo was smiling? He knew I’d struggle the moment I saw her. Bastard.
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious what is going to happen to me. I destroyed my life’s work at home, so I have nothing to fight for.”
Her words give me the strength to return my gaze. She’s frowning now, her pale brows bunched together in apparent frustration.
Even if I’m struggling to understand, it’s clear as day. She plans on not leaving this room alive. She’sacceptedwhatever punishment is coming her way. Does she truly understand what I planned on doing? No one justacceptsthis.
“So, we should get this over with. You’re a busy man.” Her body slumps and that’s that. She’s ready to die sooner than later.
I can’t tell if she’s a coward for wanting to die now or brave for accepting the idea of getting what’s coming to her for her actions.
V knows what happens in these rooms, and despite the words coming out of her mouth, the grimace on her face says it all. There is fear lingering inside, and she’s got a talent for covering it up. Like me, she can keep a straight face and have a complete storm of emotions brewing on the inside.
Has she imagined different versions of her death? If I get close to her, will she plead for her life after realizing death isn’t as peaceful as she imagines?
Unfortunately, I don’t think I have the strength to kill her. The thought of crimson staining the pale canvas of her skin fills me with disgust. That’s the truth and nothing is going to be able to change my feelings.
This sensation is new, and for the first time in my life, I don’t know what I should do.
I won’t kill her and neither will anyone else. I’m going to figure out a way to turn this around.
She must have some luck on her side because today is not her last. That I’m sure of.
