Chapter 94 FIRE
\[SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK\]
"Good job, Ricky," a female said and disconnected the call.
She tilted her head to the left. An evil smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
She twirled the phone in her hand.
"I didn't expect it to be this easy. Drexton failed to smell that Ricky wasn't trustworthy. Poor him," she clicked her tongue. "He wouldn't know what hit him, and he'll regret ever messing with Nikita," she laughed, her voice echoing in the dark. Her face was not visible, just the way her lips moved as she talked.
"What Drexton started ten years ago, I will end." Her face turned serious. "He has caused me my precious tears for three whole years. I will make sure I hit him in the place he wouldn't expect." She smiled, facing the front.
Her heels kissed the floor gently as she walked to the girl that was in the room with her.
A white bandage covered every part of her face except her eyes. Just like Nikita, her eyes were thirsty for revenge.
"I've made the arrangements. We'll be leaving for Costa Rica next week. I've spoken with the doctors there, and you are already scheduled." Nikita placed her hand on the girl's head. "Get ready."
The girl nodded in response since she couldn't talk. She folded her fingers into a fist. Her eyes blazed red, and three words rang in her head.
Drexton. Revenge. Ixora.
\[COSTA RICA\]
A tattered and dirty-looking man was dragging his feet, sweating and panting heavily as his eyes burned with determination. Determination to get away from Georgia's clutches.
He has been held for over twenty years. Series of injections have been given to him to ensure that he doesn't escape, but he doesn't plan on remaining there forever.
As soon as the opportunity presented itself, he grabbed it and escaped. He did not know where he was running, but he knew he'd choose death rather than go back to that place.
He has to make her pay and make up for his mistake, so death is not an option.
He fell for the millionth time, dragging his body with great difficulty as he hid behind a car.
He began gasping for breath, water, anything to quench his thirst.
Slowly, he lay on the ground, and closed his eyes.
"I... I will find you, m-my..." he passed out before he could complete his words.
\[NEW YORK, PRIVATE JET\]
Lorraine went alone after waiting for Doctor Frat to arrive. He was supposed to send her the things she needed to do, but his phone had been out of reach.
She could have gone to the hospital if time were on her hands, but the way it is now, if she loves her life, then she needs to leave.
She sat on the jet and released her first breath of relief.
She knew she was not yet safe as long as she was in this country. She will be at peace once she lands in China.
She fastened her seat belt and rested her head on the chair, ready for takeoff.
Her eyes fell on the pilot and, for unknown reasons, she instantly felt uneasy.
She waved off the thoughts, realizing she didn't trust anyone again.
"In five minutes we'll take off."
The attendant announced, and the same feeling rolled in, but worse. His voice felt very familiar.
She rapped her palm against her forehead, blowing air out of her mouth.
Everyone she comes across now acts and talks like Maddox, Jaxon and Drexton.
At the stated time, the jet took off.
She was sweating despite the air conditioning.
"Lorraine, what is wrong with you?" she mumbled and gestured to the flight attendant.
A cold drink would do.
The person had his face slightly downwards as he gave her the menu.
Her fingers froze in place as she felt really strange. The hand was something she'd recognize anytime, any day.
Her obsession had made her master his hand.
She quickly took her hand away, and the menu fell.
She gave the person a deep stare and tried to see his face, but the cap didn't let her.
She was shaking and sweating so much.
"D... Do I know you?" she stuttered, hearing her fast-beating heart.
"I bet you do," he said in an icy tone.
All air left her lungs as she recognized the voice.
It's him. The people she has been trying to run away from.
The person slowly took off his cap, and she saw the face of her doom. Drexton.
He hasn't taken off the apron.
Another person joined Drexton, dressed in flight attendant clothes. Maddox.
She instantly wished the chair would open up for her.
Her eyes fell on the pilot, who was giving her a death stare. Jaxon.
A mechanical sound made a noise, and she turned to see Drew. Her robot.
"Your obsession," Maddox said, smirking.
She's lost her voice. Now, it made sense to her. The sweating and trembling. She's sure they are also behind why she couldn't reach Doctor Frat since they abducted her robot.
Slowly, they took off the disguise, and their clothes came into view. The ones everyone in New York is aware of. The Hell Devils'.
"W-I... We," she stammered, her lips quivering.
"Go to sleep," Drexton said.
"H-W..."
He sank the pen he was holding into her neck, and she passed out.
They faced Jaxon, and he nodded, changing the route of the jet.
\[HIDDEN LOCATION\]
Lorraine's eyes fluttered open. It's as if she had dreamed of what happened to her.
Fear gripped her as she noticed tight ropes wrapped around her. She looked around to see Doctor Frat crying while looking at her. His hair had been shaved, and he looked completely ridiculous.
The door creaked, and they walked in, looking as devilish as ever.
"I'll tell the truth," Lorraine started speaking without being told.
"You ruined your body because of Drexton. You own a pet store despite being allergic to animals, only because of Drexton. You built a robot in Drexton's image. You killed your husband to cover up your madness. What more truth do you want us to know?" Jaxon said, killing her with his gaze.
"Please," she cried. That's the only thing she could do.
"Not only that, she set a mall on fire, costing so many lives because of the same obsession," Maddox added. His gaze did not differ from Jaxon's.
"I—I did not know you three were the Hell Devils'. Caius doesn't tell me anything, and I set the mall on fire because I wanted to h..." she coughed, and blood sprouted out of her mouth.
"If you think the pen was to render you unconscious, then you are mistaken. You might want to talk less if you want to live for at least one hour," Drexton spoke up, his eyes not leaving Lorraine.
"P... Please, I did nothing wrong. S... She was the one who bribed me and told me not to tell Caius, I swear," Doctor Frat cried.
"Do you need a Bible to swear?" Jaxon mocked, not lessening his icy expression.
Doctor Frat cried like a child.
"You want your body to impress me." Drexton walked towards Lorraine, holding a hot iron.
"D-Drexton-no-I-I-Argh!!!!!" she screamed, more blood pouring out of her thighs as Drexton dabbed the iron on her thigh.
"Too loud."
He pressed the iron on her second thigh, and she yelled, her blood staining her blouse.
Doctor Frat was shaking from where he sat.
Something slid down his pants again. He just peed himself for the second time.
"You are a widow, don't you think you should look like one?" Maddox asked from behind.
She felt something hot behind her.
Fire!
She cried harder as he raised a candle above her head.
The wax dropped onto her head and did the job of cutting her hair.
Who knew what they did to the candle?
She screamed, yelled and wailed agonizingly, hoping they'd stop.
The candle wax was burning her head as it cut her hair.
Jaxon walked to Doctor Frat and took out his dick.
"Her taste is so bad," he shook his head and picked up the hot rod.
"N-N-N-Argh!!!!!!" he shouted, blowing air onto his dick.
He wished death would take him.
The three came together and felt pleased watching them suffer to death.
They couldn't do a lot for Caius, but in their next world they wouldn't think of killing anybody.
Jaxon injected something into Lorraine's body, and Maddox did the same to Doctor Frat.
Their shouts increased again, almost tearing down the building.
"Don't worry, Lorraine. We reduced the effect of the poison. You will both die within the next twenty-four hours. Until then, happy suffering," Drexton said, and they turned ready to leave.
They nodded at each other before walking away.
"Just kill us!!!"