Her Revenge

Chapter 42

Valencia

With a hand over the wall, I stood under the hot shower. The steam had covered every inch of the bathroom. I don't know how long I had stood there but I really didn't want to get out. My muscles were sore. Though Cillian had done a good job, it did hurt. The drug Demyan's doctor had given me wasn't much of use because I could still feel pain in every inch of my muscles. Only warm running water was helping me.

There wasn't a bathtub here. I really didn't think Demyan was so cheap not to have one installed.

After me uttering those words. Zach had tried to grab a hold of me. Like a poor victim, I had backed away in the corner screaming. I screamed at the top of my lungs with my hands over my own ears. The doctor had a butt in asking for everyone to leave the room or else it would harm me more.

I would have loved to see more of the drama but Demyan had kicked everyone out of the room and after one last check by the doctor left with him. He had walked away from me just like that. I was sure he wouldn't stay but wouldn't it have been better if he would have stayed? Just like old times wrapped his hands around me, protecting me and once he was deep in sleep, I would have stabbed him in his sleep.

"You should get out or your skin will go wrinkly," I heard it from outside the glass cubicle where I stood. There was no need for me to turn and look to know that it was Demyan who stood there.

"How do you know how long I have been in here?" I asked without looking at him.

"I have been waiting outside the bathroom for too long," he replied. Turning off the shower I got out of the shower. Did I mind that I was stark naked as the day I was born? No. He should see what he had caused me. Even though I did it myself he had dragged me down to where I was now.

If only he hadn't thought of the revenge maybe I could have had a life of my own. The fates should have never made me meet him or Natalia because now I was hungry for revenge of my own.

My eyes met his outside the cubicle and I could see them taking all of me in. The bruises some new some old, all were in full view. Love doesn't hurt hence I never was loved.

Demyan never loved me and as much as I knew neither did Viktor. I was a pawn in his game because no one who loved me would have allowed me to do what I had done. He just wanted Demyan and his family to pay. I remember him telling me that he was going to make a perfect weapon out of me and he did that. I was a weapon of destruction.

Demyan wanted revenge and so did Viktor. In their war of revenge, I had been dragged down to make this vile and evil woman out of me.

"You must be getting cold," he said looking in my eyes and all I did was nod. What else was there that I could do? Show him the true colors of the woman I had been turned into.

"I have had worse," I said looking behind him. The coldness that had been instilled in me when I had realized that everything had been a lie had been a thousand times worst than this. Rather than waiting for his reply, I went to take another towel passing him by, and walking out of the room. There were no other guests for now but I knew they will come.

There was a set of clothes neatly folded kept on the bed. Dropping the towel, I dressed knowing well of the fact that Demyan was watching but what else he could do more than watch. I knew it well that I didn't look sexy at all. My body was meant to be pitied.

"About what you said last night," I didn't turn to look at him as he spoke. "Were you telling the truth?" I knew it would have been hard to believe in something like this for him because Zack had been beside him for so long. The worst was that I never understood that what would have Zack would have achieved from this all. He was never going to be the frontman even if Demyan died or something happened to him.