kidnapped, tortured and drained of your blood
In every movie we see the evil person say, I will take your nail in 1 2 3 seconds if you don’t answer, blah blah. What I like to do it just show them I will. A verbal warning will get them scared, a physical proof will get them to the fucking point.
“who do you think was the happy boy, witch.”
“josh. I stole him from his house.”
“wrong.” Just like that she lost the ability to point from her left hand.
Mother fucker had some lungs on her, the way she howled, I knew I was forgetting something my headphones to block the yelling, I winced at the noise. But she couldn’t see me.
“I'm sorry, I am sorry.” She pleaded and cried
“don’t lie.” Another finger down. “I hate liars.”
“I didn’t lie.” She said spitefully
“nope. don’t be spiteful either molester. That’s gonna be worse for you.”
She signed in response. I could feel her going to presyncope anytime soon.
“Anderson. I sold him.”
Fuck. I was not expecting that. And as soon as she took me by surprise my hesitation tipped her off. This is why we never suggest personal matters be handled by family or friends. I fucking made a second’s hesitation and she knew.
“Valerie.” She said I stumbled back a step, if she knows me she knows my methods, this won't get us our revenge.
“I know it’s you val. Little val who hangs around my favourite boy. The things I did to him… again” she weakly hums. This bitch is reminiscing. I gave her a stab in the stomach.
“don’t talk. Don’t move. You know me so you know my work. And I love my work Aanya.”
“you can torture me val. But you won't kill the scars I've engraved in poor Anderson’s mind.”
I took her pinkie finger for that. It’s the most important one but anyway she isn’t going to be living for another hour according to the holes I've created she will bleed out by 730 pm. The first night Anderson can sleep without having to look over his shoulder for this cunt.
I let go of her finger and let her ramble. It’s good to know in detail how and when she knows me to make sure she is the only threat.
“I took him in when he was just 4. Gave him everything, my love my care. After the first few time of forcing myself with him he gave in, he loved it. He loved me, my body. He never said no. he looked up to me. I knew he loved me back. But the bitch was ungrateful in his teens, 13, so young and he had to run away. I gave him everything.”
I couldn’t say a word. I knew what had happened in some detail but.. oh god Anderson. My empathy was sensed by Chase as he moved closer to me. I shook my head signalled him to stay away.
“the boy moves. Come closer. If I am going to die I would prefer to smell you before I do boy. Who are you give me your name.”
We didn’t say anything we remained still. Waiting for her to talk. And she does,
“I followed you guys for a while. Keeping a close eye on my boy.”
“he’s not you boy. You're not his lover you never were. You know who you are? Cause I do”
“tell me val, who am I?”
“you're a podophile. that’s right you're not some different unique person. You’re sexually attracted to kids. Innocence, cause you are not. You were sexualized by you uncle as a child and you learnt you tricks from him. We know that too.”
“stop!” she yelled and I leaned closer to her ear.
“why, is this torture for you?” I laughed
“hmm where was I.” I was going to continue but she startled me by saying,
“he loved licking every inch of me till he could drink my-”
“enough” I yelled at her. I didn’t need to know this. The fact that I care enough to hear her out was only a huge lability as it is. She was playing on my anger and she was getting what she wanted.
I pulled on her tongue. “shut up about your stupid stories. And yes I am little val, haven’t you heard what I specialise in.” I smiled
I felt her shiver. And my smile grew wider. I released her tongue and waited for a snarky comment or any comment.
“I have accepted everything. Do what you please. I will go down remembering my lover. It will be the last thing I picture and you cannot control this. Kill me, stab me. End it, or keep a slow death but know. I am who I am and will go down the way I am.”
In any other interrogation this would not phase me. But I took a step back to think about what to do.
Chase stepped in and put a blindfold on her eyes and mouth and dragged me out of there. We were on a floating boat with one room, that’s why no one could hear us or her screaming.