Aria smirked evilly watching him suffer in silence as blood gushed out of his wounds. His once-white satin bedsheet and pillowcase were stained crimson.
“Don’t worry I’ll kill you slowly”
Aria’s heart was beating uncontrollably fast as her breathing had spiked. She had been torturing him for at least 40 minutes. Every part of his body was bleeding, all his teeth were broken and his mouth was bloody from her punches.
The bones of his legs were broken by her as his ankles were twisted in an unnatural way. She grabbed her knife and sliced through his face from left to right and then repeated it from right to left.
She stabbed the knife in his right eye and plucked it out. At this point, he was going in and out of consciousness but Aria was so blinded in her hatred and revenge that she could care less.
She kissed his eyeball before stuffing it in his mouth.
“Delicious isn’t it?”
His breathing was shallow as she slapped him a few times just to make sure he was conscious.
“Wake up” She punched him in the groin as a muffled cry escaped him, signaling him that he was indeed awake.
She smiled sweetly “Good” she yanked the eyeball out of his mouth as he whimpered in fear “Time for the main dish”
As his bathrobe was long gone, he was fully naked. She grabbed his dick roughly “You used this to rape my mom right!” she snarled as a silent tear escaped his eyes knowing full well what was coming.
Using the bloody knife in her hand she slowly and painfully sliced his penis as his muffled cries grew louder and louder.
After slicing it off completely she looked at his form writhing in misery and exertion. She stuffed his dick in his mouth laughing hysterically.
“Suck your dick, you rapist murderer”
After watching him in hatred for a few minutes she took out a small necklace with a long container. She collected his flowing blood in ecstasy and locked it up.
“Bought it especially for you my love, thought I’d keep a souvenir”
He gagged at his cock as his tears didn’t stock flowing.
“Guess I’ll end your misery now” she whispered while she straddled his laying form.
With this, she stabbed his chest, on the left side just above his heart; ending him for good. Blood splashed on her face as her hand swiped across his chest and she moaned when she felt his warm blood on her hands.
She collected the blood in her hands and brought it to her face, coating her face red. She scooped up the blood again and coated her neck to her chest, a different kind of serenity enveloped her as tears after tears fell from her eyes.
“I finally got revenge”
She mumbled as a certain noise of the door trying to be unlocked from the outside reached her ears. She bent down to grab her gun all the while keeping her gaze fixed at the door.
She knew who it was. Sylvia had found one of Salvador’s men who had accompanied him at that time. Who had also raped and murdered her mother brutally.
Sylvia had killed one of his other men, Salvador and the trying to open the door were the only remaining ones.
She swooped up from the bed, blood dripping from her body as she removed the safety of the gun. The once beige-colored carpet was now forever imprinted with her bloody footprints.
“Sal open the door! Jorje informed me about a possible attack and said to get you out as soon as possible”
Aria smirked as she stood in front of the door with her gun pointing at it. Jorje that sneaky bastard.
The attempts to unlock the door increased, as it finally creaked open.
Santiago stood wide-eyed as he gaped at Aria, a look of horror crept on his face. He was Mateo’s son, and Mateo was Silverio’s right-hand man.
“Hello” Aria said creepily and before he could say anything, her gun with silencer went off as the overwhelming smell of gunpowder tingled her senses.
“That was quick”
Aria flinched and pointed the gun towards the source of the voice only to find Sylvia peeking with Kahlil beside her.
Kahlil stared at the now-dead man with a bullet between his eyes before his gaze went up to his bloodied sister. He gave out a sharp gasp and took a step back only to get stumbled into a hard surface.
He looked up to see Jorje looking at the scene just as horrifyingly as him.
“Come on in Darling,” Sylvia said to him as he nodded and came in with a laptop bag in his hand.
“Kahlil honey stop being a pussy and come in. Lock the door” Sylvia muttered as she found a clean corner which wasn’t glazed with blood and sat down on the sofa.
“And you Hanibal Lecter. .” Sylvia looked at Aria up and down as Aria stood there numb “. . Go take a shower and carefully give me your clothes. I brought you a change of clothes but I want this one you are wearing”
Aria frowned at her questionably as Sylvia sighed and answered her unasked question “I got a dead body of a girl who matches your profile, we’ll fake your death here and erase all your and mother’s previous data from the database”
Aria gave her a small smile and went inside the washroom to take a shower. Sylvia was a computer genius and Aria trusted her on this one, erasing all her data was an important thing to do for her next step, about which only Sylvia knew.
She would be going after Abigor Hayes after this, the head of the American Mafia. She knew they could only fool Silverio for a short period of time and that eventually he would come for both of their necks
She needed some kind of insurance, Abigor Hayes the ferocious master of the American mafia would do just that.
“You’re planning to seduce him like Salvador too?”
She remembered Sylvia asking as a small smirk graced her features while she scrubbed the dried blood off of her. Aria knew Abigor was cunning, she had been studying him secretly for months now.
He wouldn’t like an easy game. He liked things he couldn’t have, he liked the thrill, the adrenaline rush. She knew he wouldn’t be swayed by her beauty.
The playing-hard-to-get was his type. She had already ensured that his so-called fiancee, Audrey Moore, had enough guys on her bed and that Abigor Hayes knew about it.
Her path was clear for now. All she had to do was perform at the annual mafia ball and catch his eye. Everything was going according to plan.
After handing her used bloody clothes to Sylvia, Aria wore the simple jeans and t-shirt brought by her and came out of the washroom to see Jorje removing her and their DNA from every possible place in the room and Sylvia concentrating on the laptop.
Jorje entered the washroom as his last stop as Sylvia closed the laptop and looked up at her.
“It’s done” she whispered as Aria smiled at her and went ahead and hugged her tightly.
“Thank you” she mumbled as Sylvia relaxed in her hold and patted her back while smiling lazily.
“You did good Mia”
Aria pulled back with furrowed brows at that “Please don’t call me that”
“But it is your name”
“It was. That Mia is dead now, I prefer carrying my mother’s name” She said determinedly as she looked around the room “Where’s Kahlil?”
“He went out to fetch your bags. .” she replied while digging through her laptop bag “. . besides he needed air”
Aria looked at the bloody mess before her eyes and nodded understandingly.
“This is for you,” Sylvia said handing her the plane tickets to the USA as Aria nodded, thanking her.
“. . and this” she mumbled handing Aria a hairpiece with leaf designs encrusted with diamonds “This is mom’s. Dad had it with him as a way of keeping a part of her with him all the time”
Aria breathed heavily as her voice trembled with tears welling her eyes “You’re giving this to me?”
“You need it,” Sylvia said with a sad smile “keeping in mind all the adventures you have planned for yourself”
Aria chuckled at her sarcastic tone giving her a last hug as she saw Kahlil coming in with all of their belongings.
“I’ll see you” she whispered as Jorje also came out of the washroom after wiping away all the evidence.
Aria smiled and hugged him too, taking him by surprise as his eyes widened but he patted her back reassuringly “You too Jorje”
She finally turned to look at a terrified Kahlil, guess he was still traumatized from the happenings around him.
She went and held his hand “Come on little brother” she dragged him towards the underground secret passage they had discovered which led out.
Kahlil finally gave a small smile and followed her out. Out of this hell.