Devil POV.
Elle been living with me for two weeks now, she’s trusting me more these days, I’m trusting her back too. Maybe that’s my biggest mistake, trusting someone, having someone new in my life, I don’t trust, there’s a story behind my trust issues, Elle been asking questions. Questions about my past, about why I’m what I am, she’s not letting it go, although I loved hearing her stories about me, the ones she made up about me being a lost soul, me being hurt, me being the victim.
But that’s where she’s wrong, she only thinks I’m the one who’s hurt, she wants me to be a victim who needs to be saved, but the thing is little Elle doesn’t get, is I’m not the victim, I’m a full-on psycho. But Elle doesn’t know that, Elle doesn’t get it, Elle wants to believe I’m a good person, and I want her to believe that, I never want her to know what it’s all about.
After I put the little one in my bed, she always sleeps in mine, it’s a bit hard to get in late or leave early with a little koala clinging to me the whole night, but I still manage to get up and ready for work. I sat alone in my office, the one room that Elle isn’t allowed in, this is my work room, my dark room. It’s the only one that I personally decorated, the whole place was made by my interior designer, but this room, it was all me. From the dark wood I chose to the comfy chair, the whole room was a dark one, it contained all my paperwork, all my dark ideas.
This is the place I could remember what happened to me, how my story started, my parents, being immigrate, the way they got to here, was by selling me. I was only a baby back then, but they didn’t care, they never cared about me, they sold me, and I was engaged to a guy who’s twenty years older than me. At sixteen they married us off, our old country having this tradition as a normal thing to happen, to marry your daughter to a total stranger. –
Things don’t always end up badly, but they did for me, our relationship was rape, our love was beating, our life was hell. Until I had enough, I couldn’t take it anymore, one day, after having our dinner, me cooked the dishes he loved, never the ones I liked, only his, I wasn’t even allowed to eat more than a small portion, too worried I’ll gain weight. This night was different, the food was laced with sleeping medicine, by the time he finished eating his food, he fell asleep.
I started by tying him down to the chair, making sure he wouldn’t be able to attack me, tonight I’m the one in charge, not him. I waited for him to wake up, I want him to see everything that’s going to happen to him, I’m getting my revenge, I wasn’t a victim, I’m the bad guy this time.
“I will take my knife, slit your head open and take your brain out with my own bare hands!” I scream at him, and he woke up and had the nerve to cock an eyebrow at me
“I’d like to see you try” he challenged me.
That’s all it takes for me to walk up to the table in the corner of the room and get a knife, this is the first knife ever bought. The description said it’s sharp enough to skin a carcass, something I want to do to my dear old husband, I smiled at him with an evil smile, this is the first time I feel the switch inside me, my personality simply switching to something else, to something new.
“You really think I won’t do it?” I say my voice now was cold, colder than I ever heard myself again, no seventeen-year-old should have suffered the same way I did for the last year, but I had enough now.
I taunt with the knife in my hand and rise to stand keeping that smirk on my face and run the knife very slowly up and down his forehead so it doesn’t cut him yet I keep going as I study his face, which morphs from confusion and fear he didn’t think I would do it. I guess he doesn’t know me that well or at all. I grab his face with my left hand and force him to look in the mirror I have set up here and I lock eyes with him in the mirror.
“This is so that you can watch what I do to you” I mumble as his eyes widen and he tries to turn his face the other way to which he fails at and I keep my grip on his face as I bring my right hand up to the side of his face and steady the knife in place and plunge in through his skin as he screams. He squirms in the seat but the chains I have him tied down to restrain him from doing so.
“Not a very manly scream you have,” I say as I push the knife into his skin even more and he closes his eyes
“Open them! Watch me get my revenge” I scream, this was my starting or maybe ending point, I have reached my limits with him.
I bring the knife a little out and start slitting it down his temple, watching his blood run down quickly and listening to his screams make me smirk even more and I bring the knife down until it reaches his jaw and I take it out just admiring the pretty picture I had created: his face looks way better now with the blood dripping down and the huge slit in his face. I continue to bring the knife up to the side of his forehead and start slitting it more digging more deeper and I take the knife out after a moment and place it on the floor getting my index finger as well as my middle I bring it towards his forehead as he screams and cries as I ignore him and tilt his head a little more and bring my hand up to his head hopefully near where his brain is, as I open the slit more I count down to three in my head.
3
2
1
And I dig my hand into his head as his screams worsen and tears start rolling down his face as I laugh and dig my hand even more so into his head until I get round to a big blob of something and I smirk and wrap my fingers around it and push my hand out as he screams
“Make sure you tell Satan that I will be meeting with him sooner or later” I say with a dark chuckle as I pull his brain out and his screams die down and soon enough I make him watch himself as he takes his last breaths. And with that, he lays on the chair dead; a hole in his head and I place his blood-filled brain on the floor. As I look at his dead body with a small smirk on my face I laugh, I laugh and laugh, this is the point of no return now.
“You never knew you would end up here, would you?” I talk to the dead body in front of me as my eyes tear up a little but I shake my head
“You deserved it, you deserved everything that happened after and I feel no pain. But you want to know what I do feel? I feel happy, I feel alive. And that’s the best part of this, and now I’ll send your body and your tiny ass brain back to your family” I say with excitement in my voice
“They should have taught their son to keep his hands to himself. But I guess this is what was supposed to happen in the end. And I like this ending better” I say as my finger runs up his face I say with a smile on my face and walk towards the cupboard I have here and take out a box, some wrapping paper and a blue bow. Time to wrap the present up.
I shook my head, letting the memory fade again, that day Devil was born, the old me died, Elle could never know how this thing all happened, I left the dark room and moved back to our bedroom, hugging her close, my one and only light.