Later That Day
LUCIUS
“PERFECT” was the first word I said the moment I walked into the room where Leon was tied upside down.
His legs were tied up to the ceiling and he was dangling upside down. He should have been struggling in that state for about an hour now.
Lisa was the most perfect thing to me but having someone who hurt her and still dared to show up in front of her tied up was close to perfect too.
“Who are you?! Why did you kidnap me?!” He asked in a scream and I turned on the lights of the room.
It was a dim blue light but it was quite good enough for him to see my face.
“You… Lucius Devine!” He gasped, his face all red and his speeches hard to come out.
“You know me, I see.” I shrugged as I undid my sleeve and rolled it up.
“Wh… Why did you kidnap me?!” He struggled to say again.
“Should I start from the least of your offenses?” I asked rhetorically as I moved to the tools that lined the wall.
I heard a scared gasp and panic sound from him as I had a pretty hard time, picking a tool.
I looked at the other side of the room and saw that the fire pan had been heated already with burning coals in it. I picked up a dagger.
“The first one of your offenses is approaching Lisa. For what reason? You are her ex and you saw her with another man. You were disrespecting her by approaching her while she is with her new man.” I moved to his back and ran the sharp blade of the dagger over his skin slowly.
“P-please” he cried and tear drops dropped to the floor.
We are just getting started for fuck’s sake.
“You made her feel very awkward and nervous yesterday. Did you think about that?” I groaned and applying just a bit of force, slashed his back with the dagger.
A scream left him as he struggled even more in pains.
“I have to keep this dagger somewhere. I need to get something to seal this wound up” I took the dagger to the back of his stomach.
“Fleshy enough. Would be perfect to stick the dagger in” I grinned and buried the dagger inside of him.
He screamed even more but his pains soothed me. This worthless piece of shit hit Lisa.
The worst mistake he made was appearing in front of I and Lisa when this blood thirsty side of me had taken over once more.
Leaving the dagger stuck inside of him while he gasped to breathe, to live and to get on his feet at least, I walked to the fire pan and picked up the the heated pan.
I moved back to him.
“You did well holding the dagger” I pulled it back out and he screamed again.
Good thing, he was a tough one. It would end too quickly if he just died easily and I didn’t want a quick end for him. A quick end was an easy end and no one who hurt Lisa deserved a quick end.
‘You hurt her by denying her of a father all her life’ the voice inside of me reminded me and my looked turned even more grim.
I hated recalling that. It just reminded me how unworthy I am of Lisa. Brushing off the thoughts of that, I pressed the heated pan onto the first slash I had made on his back.
“Aaargh! Please!! Please!” He coughed violently in pain.
“I am just sealing this up for you”
“Please!” He stuttered with a cough.
He was sweating and crying.
I used the heated pan on the slash a few times before letting go of that.
He was half alive, his body was trembling and his eyes were half closed.
“That was only the first offense. Secondly, why did you take pictures of us and what did you use it for? You are a fucking idiot for thinking I was totally oblivious to the fact that you were taking pictures of us…”
He couldn’t say anything but cry and groan in pains though.
“You have nothing to say? What the fuck did you intend on using the pictures for? Or… Did you use them already?” I asked and he shook his head in a negative response.
“I… I didn’t. Please let me go. I… I will delete them” he was much more redder in the face now.
The ground below him was stained with his blood, sweat and tears.
“Let you go? We are yet to get to your gravest offense. Now, don’t die yet, okay?”
“Just… Just kill me”
“Not yet” I returned the dagger to the stab it was in earlier, slowly.
I returned to the set of weapons on the wall paused, wondering what was the best for his second offense. I ended up picking two nails and a hammer.
I laid the tools aside and pressed a button on the wall. The rope that tied him up lowered to the floor until he was low enough for me to cut off the rope.
He dropped to the floor, weak, bleeding and sobbing.
This was the sob of a man who touched Lisa. His hands were still tied behind him. I grabbed the hammer and nails.
“This would hurt even more if you don’t keep calm” I warned him before forcing a pill that would keep him alive into his mouth.
I punched him in the face to get him to swallow the pill without delay.
Pressing the nail to his right ear, I hammered it in and an earth shattering scream left the already weak man.
I hammered it in deep enough to keep him alive still but in terrible pains. The pill would keep him through these pains.
I moved to the other ear and hammered the other nail in. By the time I was done, he was gasping, his eyes almost closed in death.
He wasn’t begging to live anymore. He was begging to die.
“Now, your gravest offense is that you hit her. You fucking hit my Cupcake! And she should forgive and forget cause you were drunk? And yesterday? Were you drunk too? You fucking held her hand tightly! Should she forgive that too?” I grinned.
“Nonsense!” I growled.
‘You are going to beg her to forgive and forget when she finds out you denied her of a father all her life.’ that voice said to me.
Shit!
“You don’t fucking hurt her more than she has been hurt already!!” I growled and grabbed a knife before kneeling by his side.
“In your next life, you won’t raise your hand and hit a woman, not even when you are drunk. Especially not when that woman is mine”
Flipping the knife, I took it to his chest to etch the words clearly.
“YOU DON’T MESS WITH MY WOMAN, WIMP”
He was lifeless before I finished writing the words on him. Dead and gone in a large pool of blood.
I felt satisfied. No one who hurt Lisa deserved to live. I looked at my bloody hands and then clenched it.
These feelings. Fuck! I love her so much. So much that it is driving me fucking crazy!
I was out of my senses. I was no longer Lucius Devine, I no longer had an identity. The only identity I had was of a man in love with Lisa. Nothing less, nothing more.