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Tears pour down my face like the rain falling from the sky and pelting the windows. To be violated by this fucking monster like this is beyond my mental capacity. I feel like I’m going fucking insane.
My head bows between my shoulder blades. I can’t look at Mackenzie. The humiliation is far too great.
An animalistic roar fills the roam, deafening my ears.
The pain mercifully stops as Orpheus slides out of me. I glance over my shoulder to find Rosario standing behind him. A syringe hangs from the side of his neck. When he grabs it, Rosario takes the opportunity to slide the knife across his throat.
Blood spurts out in all directions, the warm, sticky substance hitting my skin.
I stare at Rosario, stunned. I never saw her moving, so lost inside the humiliating agony of being violently assaulted.
Mackenzie is beside me, her hands on me, trying to make sure I’m okay. For once, I can’t focus on her.
Rosario falls to her knees as a flailing Orpheus manages to connect his arm with her rib. She yelps, hitting the floor.
Oh, hell no. The room turns red as all the rage I’d been feeling toward this monster wells up inside me. I’m a Plinian volcanic eruption, the most explosive of all eruption types, as my hand grabs the knife that had fallen from Rosario’s hand when she fell.
Adrenaline flows through my veins like lava through me as I stare at the monster who has made our lives hell. The one who violated the girl I loved, taking her virginity and repeatedly assaulting her. He marked her beautiful skin.
Tonight, he violated me, physically and sexually.
With a roar, I leap to my feet. I no longer feel any of the pain he inflicted as I descend on him, like a dragon ready for battle.
Spittle flies from my lips as I emit a deafening roar, bloodlust in my eyes.
This bitch dies tonight.
I violently attack the beast.
And I don’t stop until I’m positive he’s dead.
50
MACKENZIE
Wide-eyed, I stare at Chase as his fingers wrap around the handle of the knife. I’ve never seen his face twisted with such demonic rage, fire practically shooting from his flaring nostrils like a dragon. His eyes are a vacant black hole, darkened from fury and a thirst for vengeance.
Chase had been threatening to get revenge on Orpheus for all the hell he put me through since the first ritual. Now his time has finally come.
With the first stab of the knife through Orpheus’s skin, a spark of satisfaction bursts inside me. When it pierces through skin, organs, and muscle, again and again, it grows, an inferno of vengeance burning inside my veins as I live vicariously through Chase. The beast is screaming from pain, and I’ve never felt happier in my life.
Maybe that makes me sadistic, but after what I’ve been through, I’d like to think it’s the certainty that when this is over, Chase and I will never have to worry about him coming after us again.
Orpheus will never torture anyone again, including Rosario.
My eyes lock with Rosario’s brown irises. There’s understanding and warmth there, a bond that formed from shared experiences. We’ve been his captive. He’s put us through hell.
But Rosario’s situation is much different than mine. She had to make choices I never had to make to survive.
I don’t condemn her for it. I’ve seen the shame and regret burning in her chocolate eyes plenty of times since I’ve gotten to know her.
If anything, Rosario’s hell is only beginning. She must live with everything she’s done, the things she’s gone along with and didn’t prevent or stop. That is its own kind of hellish torment.
“Thank you,” I mouth to her, referring to her sneaking up behind Orpheus when he was violating Chase, jabbing a syringe into the side of his neck before sliding the blade of the knife across his throat.
She nods, her lips trembling. “I should have done it long ago,” she mouthed back.
I simply give her a smile before I shake my head. “This was the right time.”
