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Story: Beneath Her Skin
“You crazy fucking bitch! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!”
I tucked Dom’s gun in the waistband at the small of my back and armed myself with Aaron’s knife, spinning it on my fingertauntingly by the hole at the bottom of the handle. Aaron’s eyes narrowed in pure hatred as he struggled against his restraints again. Closing in behind Dom, kneeling in front of his brother, I pulled his head back with my palm on his stupid, bald, sweaty forehead.
Keeping my eyes locked on Aaron’s, I held his knife blade away from me, pressing the tip of the blade into Dom’s neck, under his jaw. Not giving Dom a chance to react, I drew my hand back, then lunged it forward, stabbing him through his neck.
Aaron was crying out loud for his brother, and I lifted the corner of my lips into a smile, tearing his blade out of the front of Dom’s neck. Dom’s blood splattered on Aaron’s face, causing him to go pale, his eyes wide as he watched his brother fall to the floor.
Dom reached his hands towards his neck, gurgling and choking on his own blood.
“Say goodbye, Aaron,” I said, stomping on Dom’s neck wound as hard as I could with the heel of my shoe. Dom’s blood splashed and soaked the legs of Aaron’s pants.
Standing there in a trance, I watch the pool of blood growing underneath Dom as he bled out. I felt as if a part of Amara’s soul was freed as the crimson flowed from his body.
“Fu-fucking…psycho…fucking psycho bitch…”
Four more, baby. Four more.
Observing his pathetic body, a bloody mess on the ground, I scoffed, tossing his 1911 on the ground near his hands.
“There you go, Detective Wallace. One of the murder weapons used against Amara,” I said out loud, cracking my neck.
Aaron was seething and hanging his head as he sobbed.
“What a disappointing hunt,” I said, bored. “I expected more…thrill.”
Aaron looked up, silent, keeping his eyes off of his dead brother.
“Shitty feeling, huh? That… emptiness,” I sighed, standing between him and the monitors.
He continued staring forward as if he could see through me.
“So, now that you know how serious I am, you’re going to tell me where to find the others.” Standing next to him, I leaned on his shoulder, propping myself up with my elbow. “Where are Emerson, Erik, and Sebastian?”
“Fuck you.”
“I had a feeling you’d be this way, but don’t worry, I’m prepared.” Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I pressed a few buttons, the video of Amara’s murder now playing on the monitors. “Look familiar?”
“Yeah, best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” Aaron hissed, nudging his chin towards the screen as the video showed him forcing his cock into Amara from behind.
An annoyed giggle escaped my throat as I watched the monitors, my rage settling deep in my chest.
“I had plans for you, you know. Make you watch your youngest brother’s death, kill you nice and quick, not giving you the chance to comprehend the loss. But now, you’re going to watch what you did to my Amara over and over until it’s the last thing you see.”
My eyes found a stray piece of metal plating on the ground in a small pile of trash and rubble as I placed Aaron’s knife back in the sheath. I couldn’t tell you what it was from, where it went, what it was meant for, but it gave me the absolute best idea. Picking it up, I held it in my hand, studying it. It was about three inches long and five inches tall, and about a half inch thick.
The lightbulb moment went off in my mind, and a fresh surge of adrenaline pumped through my body.
Digging through my duffel, I pulled out a mallet that I used to help me set up the electric windowsills. Walking back to Aaron,I placed the longest end of the metal on top of the fingers of his left hand at the knuckle.
“Every time she begs you to stop, you lose a finger,” I said, putting pressure on his pointer finger, and tapping his head playfully with the mallet.
His eyes went wide as he noticed what I was prepared to do.
“P-please… Please stop…”
With all my strength, I swung the mallet down over my head onto the metal, the blunt edge severing his finger.
Aaron’s deafening cries of pain were music to my fucking ears.
I tucked Dom’s gun in the waistband at the small of my back and armed myself with Aaron’s knife, spinning it on my fingertauntingly by the hole at the bottom of the handle. Aaron’s eyes narrowed in pure hatred as he struggled against his restraints again. Closing in behind Dom, kneeling in front of his brother, I pulled his head back with my palm on his stupid, bald, sweaty forehead.
Keeping my eyes locked on Aaron’s, I held his knife blade away from me, pressing the tip of the blade into Dom’s neck, under his jaw. Not giving Dom a chance to react, I drew my hand back, then lunged it forward, stabbing him through his neck.
Aaron was crying out loud for his brother, and I lifted the corner of my lips into a smile, tearing his blade out of the front of Dom’s neck. Dom’s blood splattered on Aaron’s face, causing him to go pale, his eyes wide as he watched his brother fall to the floor.
Dom reached his hands towards his neck, gurgling and choking on his own blood.
“Say goodbye, Aaron,” I said, stomping on Dom’s neck wound as hard as I could with the heel of my shoe. Dom’s blood splashed and soaked the legs of Aaron’s pants.
Standing there in a trance, I watch the pool of blood growing underneath Dom as he bled out. I felt as if a part of Amara’s soul was freed as the crimson flowed from his body.
“Fu-fucking…psycho…fucking psycho bitch…”
Four more, baby. Four more.
Observing his pathetic body, a bloody mess on the ground, I scoffed, tossing his 1911 on the ground near his hands.
“There you go, Detective Wallace. One of the murder weapons used against Amara,” I said out loud, cracking my neck.
Aaron was seething and hanging his head as he sobbed.
“What a disappointing hunt,” I said, bored. “I expected more…thrill.”
Aaron looked up, silent, keeping his eyes off of his dead brother.
“Shitty feeling, huh? That… emptiness,” I sighed, standing between him and the monitors.
He continued staring forward as if he could see through me.
“So, now that you know how serious I am, you’re going to tell me where to find the others.” Standing next to him, I leaned on his shoulder, propping myself up with my elbow. “Where are Emerson, Erik, and Sebastian?”
“Fuck you.”
“I had a feeling you’d be this way, but don’t worry, I’m prepared.” Pulling my phone out of my pocket, I pressed a few buttons, the video of Amara’s murder now playing on the monitors. “Look familiar?”
“Yeah, best fuck I’ve had in a long time,” Aaron hissed, nudging his chin towards the screen as the video showed him forcing his cock into Amara from behind.
An annoyed giggle escaped my throat as I watched the monitors, my rage settling deep in my chest.
“I had plans for you, you know. Make you watch your youngest brother’s death, kill you nice and quick, not giving you the chance to comprehend the loss. But now, you’re going to watch what you did to my Amara over and over until it’s the last thing you see.”
My eyes found a stray piece of metal plating on the ground in a small pile of trash and rubble as I placed Aaron’s knife back in the sheath. I couldn’t tell you what it was from, where it went, what it was meant for, but it gave me the absolute best idea. Picking it up, I held it in my hand, studying it. It was about three inches long and five inches tall, and about a half inch thick.
The lightbulb moment went off in my mind, and a fresh surge of adrenaline pumped through my body.
Digging through my duffel, I pulled out a mallet that I used to help me set up the electric windowsills. Walking back to Aaron,I placed the longest end of the metal on top of the fingers of his left hand at the knuckle.
“Every time she begs you to stop, you lose a finger,” I said, putting pressure on his pointer finger, and tapping his head playfully with the mallet.
His eyes went wide as he noticed what I was prepared to do.
“P-please… Please stop…”
With all my strength, I swung the mallet down over my head onto the metal, the blunt edge severing his finger.
Aaron’s deafening cries of pain were music to my fucking ears.
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