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He ran his tongue over his teeth as he contemplated my words. I smirked when I saw a flicker of uncertainty.
“What’s wrong? Can you only kill a man when they are unprepared? Anyone can stab someone in the back, Henry. But to look a man in the eyes as life drains out of them…that is what real men are made of.”
I couldn’t contain my delight as my provoking words had the desired effect. He stood up taller and ran his hand through his long blonde hair as he glared at me with so much hate.
“I will even allow you to have your precious dagger, seeing as you have a wounded leg,” I pulled it out of the table and threw it on the carpet between us.
“There are two of you. How is that fair?” He growled, looking over at Nik who was standing like a wall of muscle in the corner of the room.
“Nik will not move. This is between you and I.”
“And if I kill you? He will kill me!” Henry shouted and I shook my head.
“If you kill me… You will walk out of here a free man,” I held his gaze. He had the widest smile on his face as he swiftly bent down and grabbed the dagger in his hand. Seems he still wasn’t brave enough to actually take me on in a fair fight, but it didn’t faze me. I would still beat his ass to an inch of his life.
I pulled off my shirt. It was Prada and one of my favourites. I didn’t want his blood ruining it. I stepped towards him menacingly and he moved quickly, side stepping away from me. I smirked as I stood still, raising my fists and beckoning him forwards with my fingers.
His nostrils flared and he dived at me, attempting to stab me in the stomach with the knife, but I dodged out the way easily. We circled each other once again.
I pretended to dive forward, causing him to flinch and I laughed loudly. His eyes blazed with anger at my trick and I saw something in him change. He wanted me dead. He was going to go for it now and I couldn’t fucking wait. The adrenaline ramped up as our eyes locked and gone were the jokes. Now it was time to stop messing about. Now it was time to show this fucker exactly who he was dealing with.
When he came at me again, I grabbed his arm holding the dagger up in the air, and landed a powerful punch to his stomach, causing him to bend over before kneeing him in the face and pushing him away. He fell back on the floor but quickly scrambled to his feet again as he glared at me, puffing his cheeks with rapid breaths.
“Come on Henry. I expected so much more from you,” I sneered as he roared, flying towards me and jabbing the dagger towards my chest. I knocked his arm away, but he swiftly punched me in the face with his other fist and I was surprised that it caused my lip to bleed. Not bad.
I turned and punched him square in the jaw, causing his body to turn to the side. Before I could move out of the way, he flung his arm back and the blade sliced through the skin on my hip. I hissed as I slammed my hand over it and stumbled back to quickly assess the wound. It was only a surface cut, but it was enough to allow my rage to take control. Flying towards him, I knocked him to the floor and grabbed his wrist that held the knife. With all my strength fighting against his, I took the blade to his throat as he gritted through his teeth, his body shaking to battle my strength as the blade pressed against his skin. A trickle of blood started to run down his neck, but I didn’t want it to be over yet. He hadn’t suffered anywhere near enough. I pulled the blade away and was pummelling his face with one fist while slamming his arm down on the floor with the other. The blade fell from his hand, and I slid it away from us. He punched me in the stomach and then the jaw in my moment of distraction and I fell to the side of him. Just as he was about to climb on top of me, I booted him hard in the stomach with my foot, causing him to fly back into the wall. Leaping to my feet, I beat every inch of his body, blow after blow, until he fell to his knees on the floor, blood covering us both.
“GET UP!” I bellowed aggressively, but his eyelids drooped, and his head rolled. I grabbed his hair and pulled him up to his feet just to send him back to the floor with my fist.
He groaned and spluttered through the blood pooling in his mouth, and I knew he couldn’t fight any more. I stepped back and nodded to Nik as I wiped the blood from my mouth with the back of my hand. Nik threw Henry back onto the chair as I walked over to the table and grabbed a sharp knife. Nik dragged the chair over to the table with Henry on it and placed his arm on the surface. His chin was resting on his chest, barely conscious. This should wake him up.
I cut off his finger. His head fell back as he screamed in agony, but it did nothing to appease the beast within. I was only just getting started. I then cut two more off.
“Now you are awake, let’s talk. How many times would you roughly say you have called Olivia a slut? Whore? Bitch?”
He mumbled something incoherent, and I sighed. Using the knife in my hand, I grabbed the collar of his T-shirt and cut it off his chest. I slowly sliced his skin with the knife repeatedly. Small cuts for every demeaning word he had ever said to her until his body was a mass of slits and blood. I stepped back to admire my work as he squirmed against Nik’s tight grip in the chair, screaming and crying for mercy. I grabbed his tongue and cut half of it off.
“How many times did you stab that boy in the back, Henry?” I asked coldly as I placed the smaller knife down and picked up a sharp, thin blade. When he didn’t answer me, I grabbed his hair on top of his head and forced him to look at me. “How many times? Use your hands.”
“S-se,” he mumbled, unable to talk through the blood and half a tongue in his mouth as I dropped his head back. I held up his hands and counted the remaining seven fingers I had purposefully left. I stabbed the blade into his shoulder and his harrowing scream echoed around the room. I repeated my action six more times in different areas of his body, being sure to miss any vital organs to keep him alive a little longer.
Tears were rolling down his face and his skin had paled from the loss of blood, but he was just about hanging onto his reality.
Next, I picked up the baseball bat. Feeling nothing as I stared at the blubbering mess of a man, I savagely beat his arms, breaking every bone in them and then shattered his knee caps. He lost consciousness through the pain and I threw the bat to the floor. Glancing up at Nik, who stood up from restricting Henry’s thrashing as he was no longer needed, I said, “It’s time.”
He nodded and lifted Henry’s battered, bloody body over his shoulder and we walked up to the back deck of the yacht. The moon was hanging low in the sky, illuminating the inky, black surface of the water that stretched as far as the eye could see. My driver had brought us out to the middle of the Mediterranean Sea so there would be no witnesses or chance of anyone finding his body before the fish had their fill.
Two of my soldiers had already prepared the cement blocks on the floor as Nik threw Henry’s body down on a deck chair and the men pulled his shoes off. They strapped his feet to the top of the blocks and a cement weight was tied around his neck tightly as Henry groaned, waking from his little nap.
His eyes flickered open and closed as he tried to comprehend what was happening.
“I will be sure to make Olivia very happy for the rest of my life. Thank you for sending her to me Henry.” I smiled as I stepped back and nodded to my men, who dragged him to the edge of the deck.
“No!” He panicked as he realised what was about to happen. I stared into his eyes and saw the fear of death in them as I nodded once more and they threw him overboard.
I closed my eyes as the adrenaline and satisfaction reached its peak. Turning on my feet, I walked briskly inside and headed to the bathroom to wash off all of Henry’s blood before Olivia saw me for the monster I am.
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