Chapter 177: A MIRACLE SILVER WOLF

176. Tamia's POV

I stood before Triz and watched as realization hit her and then the shock.

"What did you expect when you gave them to Logan?

Tell me, what did you expect?" I asked her because I didn't think she felt any pain.

She put my babies in danger and she had no right to cry or feel sad about At.

He was gone and it was all her fault.

"I... I... I didn't think... Oh goodness!" She said and I used my magic to open her cell and I stood before her.

"Why did you do it?

I gave you everything!

I treated you like a mother.

I loved you and because of what you went through, I was like a daughter to you!

Why Triz?

Why?" I demanded and she was crying.

She was shedding silent tears and I couldn't take it.

She didn't have any right to cry.

I hated her for crying over and yet it was her fault why he was dead.

"Stop crying," I told her in a small angry voice.

"But Atlas..." she said and it hurt to hear my baby's name from her mouth.

Without a second thought, I gave her a back handed slap and she fell down.

"Don't mention my baby's name.

You don't deserve to mention any of them nor do you deserve to grieve over them.

So, don't pretend," I said and squatted to be at eye level with her.

She looked at me with shock I guess because she did not expect me to hit her.

"Why did you take my babies?" I asked again.

I wanted to know.

I wanted to understand why she would do that.

Why would she expose my babies to danger?

Why make me lose At?

"I... I... I was and have been angry with you.

Why are you?

Why are you Tamia?

Why does the world have to revolve around you?

And why did my family, my innocent family, have to suffer because of you?

I hate you Tamia!

I hate you and I have waited twenty years to take revenge against you.

It was all because of you!" She said and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Are you mad? How is it because of me?" I asked.

"Did you think I had not read the notes Strina wrote?

I did and I hated you from there.

I almost lost hope when we all thought you were dead but a seer told me that you were alive and I knew you would come.

I don't deny the fact that Strina was in the wrong by agreeing to work with the witches but why couldn't she stick to the deal?

What was so good about you that she chose you over our whole family?

Why did my parents and brother have to die because she chose you?

I hate you so much Tamia!

I HATE YOU!" She screamed but I felt nothing at that time.

"I am sorry if that's how you feel but I think your anger is misplaced.

I will not defend myself and the person you should ask that question to is your cousin and not me.

And guess what?" I asked with a teary smile and lifted her chin with my index finger to make her look at me.

"You will see her soon.

Before I bury At, I will make sure you suffer.

Before I embalm my baby's little body, I will make sure that you suffer for every second he suffers.

Don't worry, I have calculated them.

He was asleep and suffered for fifty seven thousand and six hundred seconds.

Those are the cuts you will get on your body.

If I run out of places to cut, I will heal you and continue cutting until we count all of them.

And if you faint due to pain, I will wake you up.

You must feel each and every one of them.

I will make you drink your own blood to make sure you realize what you are dying for.

You will be dying for killing my baby.

You took him out of the palace and watched as he was given that sleeping potion and you of all people knew that At was of poor health.

So, get ready for the awesome hour that you will start suffering," I told her and she looked at me as if she wanted to say something but thought otherwise.

I stood up and he held my leg.

"Tamia, please believe me, I never intended for the babies to suffer.

I never intended for At to die," there she went again.

I kicked her in the head and stepped on her head.

"I told you not to mention my baby's name!

Your mouth is filthy and it isn't worthy," I told her and I wanted to step on her head and then remembered that we didn't want her to die before time.

She had to love fifty seven thousand and six hundred cuts.

I will make sure that she suffers.

I wanted to leave to go and help Killian with the preparations but I thought otherwise.

I needed to appease my spirit and the only way I could do that was by seeing Triz's blood.

I turned and looked at her and I guess she saw that thirsty look on my face because she cowered and moved backwards until she was by the wall.

She had nowhere else to go and I walked to her.

I conjured a thin knife made of light and I made sure it was very thin to be able to cut several lacerations in one place.

She started shedding tears and I smiled.

I wondered where to start.

Where would be more painful?

I then held her leg and she tried pulling it away.

I tied her to the wall with magic and started cutting her foot.

I cut slowly and surely to make sure that she felt the pain.

I cut her several times as I counted up to forty and she was crying and screaming.

She begged and the more she did, the more I wanted to make her pay.

The more she struggled, the more I wanted to make her feel the pain.

I imagined the pain my baby must have felt before he took his last breath and that made me savage.

I cut that foot and at seventy eight, she stopped crying and I looked and she had lost consciousness.

“Guard?” I called and one came running as if he was waiting.

“Get me a bucket of ice,” I said and he left in a hurry after bowing.

Like I had promised her, I didn’t continue.

I would continue after she woke up.

After a while, the man returned with a big bucket of ice cubes and I smiled.

I poured them on her slowly until her head was covered in ice and she woke in a puff.

“Oh, you are back?

Welcome back,” I said to her and she was full of fear when she looked at me.

“Did I scare you?

I won’t cut your feet again.

How about the palm of your hand?

Will it be less painful?” I asked her and took her hand.

She screamed and that’s what I wanted.

I wanted her to cry and beg me.

I wanted her to feel what I felt when she did what she did.

I wanted her to feel the pain I did when she took my baby from me.

I wanted to make her feel the pain my baby felt.

I knew that it would not bring my baby back but I liked doing it and it made me feel better.

At least, one of my baby's killers was suffering.

Maybe this was the reason why Carter chose to end himself.

Maybe he knew something like this would happen and he didn’t want to be alive when it did.

What a smart choice he made?

“You thought that by taking my babies you will become queen?

You thought that you would be, what? Rich?

What in this good earth made you think you could go against me?

How did you expect to get away with all you did?

Even if none of my babies died, I still would have killed you for shitting in my trust and generosity.

So, take this as me taking back everything I have given you and my baby's life,” I said as I started working on the palm of her hand.

It felt nice to make her suffer.

It felt nice to collect even this little from her.

That night, I made a thousand and one lacerations on both of her feet and legs and palms.

I couldn’t believe that I had it in me to do that.

That’s when I understood why my mom would trade her life for mine.

A mother would do anything for her child.

This was for my baby.

My baby…

The one who would be just but a memory now.

I shed a tear as I left after asking the guard to get Triz hydrogen peroxide for her wounds and to make sure that he bandaged her.

And I need video evidence as you do it,” I told him just in case he took pity on her.