Chapter 85

Once I was done, I threw her onto the floor. “Wear it loud and fucking proud Holly.” I spat at her, my voice sour. She was like a pathetic lump on the floor, her entire face covered in blood which was slowly mixing with the tears pouring out of her eyes. “Please Faith...” She begged through sobs. I think yesterday considering this was Holly, it would have caused me to ease up. Actually feel sympathy for her and think I’m going too hard on her. Today, the begging just got me angrier. I grabbed her by the hair and yanked her up to her feet, ignoring her scream of pain from where I nearly ripped her hair out. I was going to make sure she suffered, but not just physically. I was going to mess with her head and make sure that the last moments of her life will be the worst. I pulled her with me as I walked to Drake’s body, which Connor was still sat by holding his hand. It was like he refused to let go of it, like if he held on to it long enough he might feel Drake move and realise he was still here. Chris was still in his same position on the floor, his elbows on his knees only now his red watery eyes were watching what was happening with Holly. Jace was still in the same position stood up, only his eyes were watching too. Connor was paying attention now, and I could see all of them were not going to interfere. They wanted to see this, wanted to see the bitch get what she deserved. Using her hair I pulled her next to me when we reached Drake’s body. She was begging again, crying hysterically and trying to squirm away with no luck. I grabbed a handful of hair at the back of her head and forced her on her knees, pushing her face closer to the blood covered bullet wound in Drake’s stomach. “Look at it. Open your fucking eyes and look at it!” I scream in her ear, gripping her hair tighter. “I swear to god if you do not open your eyes I will pull them out of your skull with my index finger.” I threatened venomously and judging by the tone of my voice she knew I was not kidding. She opened her eyes, pressing her lips together to hold in her sobs as she stared at the bullet wound. “Still feel proud Holly? Do you look at the blood spilling out of his stomach and think ‘that is a job well done’?!” Her shoulders were shaking because of her crying, and she let out a whimper as she shook her head and mumbled something. “Sorry I didn’t quite catch that?” I mused as I yanked her hair once. “No!” She cried louder. I tugged her hair back viciously so her head was tipping backwards and I could see her face, her blood covered tear stained face. I moved my mouth next to her ear. “If even you realise that what you did is nothing to be proud of, how can you have the cheek to beg me for mercy Holly?” My voice was low, dangerous. With one final movement of my arm I pulled her back so forcefully she was now flat on her back, a groan of pain coming out of her mouth from when her head slammed against the hard floor.  I moved one leg over her and lowered myself on top of her so I was straddling her hips. She didn’t even try and struggle this time as she knew it was useless. “How do you think Drake felt then?” I asked her, cocking my head and waiting for her reply curiously. She looked confused so I explained further “When he was waiting to die after you shot him. How do you think he felt?” I asked again, and I could see her swallow her fear down. After a few seconds of her not replying, I wrapped my hand around her neck, squeezing it slightly. “Do you think he felt like he couldn’t breathe? Like the air was not reaching his lungs?” My grip around her neck tightened and her body began to thrash from under me. She was choking, her hand wrapped around my wrists as an attempt to pry my hand away. “Or maybe...” I carried on, removing my hand from her neck when I knew she was about to lose consciousness. She was not passing out yet, I wasn’t quite done with her. She took in a massive gulp of air, like she was surfacing from water. “...maybe the bullet hit an organ?” using my fingertips I plummeted my hand down on her chest where I knew her heart was positioned. The impact of my fingers jabbing there knocked the air right out of her. I lowered my face closer to hers, gripping her face with my hands “What about bleeding to death? How do you think that felt?!” I asked rhetorically again, my voice growing louder and as I finished my sentence I used my fingernails to dig into her skin, watching her close her eyes from the pain. Pretty soon more blood covered her face, only this time it was her own. I slammed her head against the floor, dismissing her like she was a rubbish bag. I sat up straight; looking down at her with so much revulsion I never knew I had it in me. “You’ll find out how he felt soon enough.” My voice had promise in it. She was going to know how he felt, and she was going to know sooner rather than later. I got to my feet and walked away from her, looking on the floor for the thing that I needed right now. It couldn’t have gone far, and as soon as I found it I was going to make sure Holly knew exactly what Drake went through. After a few minutes of me having no luck finding the freaking gun that had took Drake’s life, I saw Holly move from the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see her fumble to her feet, and without a hesitation she sprinted towards the exit door (well, exit hole in the wall due to a certain explosion earlier) and my anger spilled over as I thought she was once again going to slip away from me. Only she never reached the exit. Connor and Chris flew to their feet and she barely made it 3 feet when they reached her, each holding one of her arms and dragging her back to the middle of the room. She squirmed and fought against their hold, looking between each of them and begging for them to let her go. They didn’t even look at her in the face, and just stared straight ahead. Connor gave me a curt nod, telling me they would hold her until I was ready to do it. “Please...guys please.” Holly begged frantically, still attempting to fight their hold. They were both muscular trained agents, she had no hope in freaking hell. They ignored her, both clenching their jaw at the sound of her voice. I realised I was not going to be able to find the gun, and much to my frustration I knew I would have to do it another way. I breathed a sigh of annoyance and stepped forward, walking up to the guys holding Holly inbetween them. It was like they were holding an animal that was waiting to be slaughtered.