DARK AND TWISTED

CHAPTER 51

I forced a smile as I took a seat on the seat Nyx used to sit on. I truly missed her. They didn't force me to eat filthy human meat. Instead, Suzanne cooked a different meal for me.

After eating, I could do anything I wanted so, I decided to talk to Zayne. He left his door opened and I nudged it with my hand, letting myself in.

"Zayne?" I called.

"Over here," his voice echoed from the other room.

I stepped inside and saw him cleaning and wiping the jars. I gazed around and noticed a picture of a woman with a man on a shelf. Next to it, was a jar of fingers; a woman's fingers. The nails were painted but they looked new.

"Who is this?" I pointed at the picture.

He stood next to me, "the girl I used to like when I was in high school but she chose that jerk instead of me." He wiped the other glass jar with a cloth covering his hand, "that night, I went all in, getting ready to ask her to be my girlfriend. But she hid from me, you know. With that hunky guy acting like a hero, he's not a match for me." He boasted.

"So, you hate this guy?"

"Of course, I do."

"If you keep her fingers all neat like this," I pointed at the nails. "You must still love or like her, right?"

He heaved a sigh, "I do. I did everything I could to win her heart. Which is why I put her fingers in a special place, painted her nails every week. On my birthday, it gets special. I put on a ring on one of those fingers to remind myself that she's all mine."

"I saw that guy the other day when I was hanging out with my new friends," my words appeared to make him lose his composure. "He walked around and showed people a picture of you. I didn't say anything to him."

"What did he say when he showed you the picture?"

"He asked me if I know you. He said he has something to talk about with his old buddy. He treated me and my friends to some coffee while we chatted. I saw a picture of that girl in his wallet with a note it said 'my beloved angel. We love each other and it will never fade away no matter what'. So, she's that girl."

Zayne's face was red, like he was about to explode. He kicked the wall a few times and threw a chair on the floor, breaking it.

"I will find and kill him!"

He took the bait.

I watched him until he stopped throwing a tantrum. He wiped his tears with my hands and whimpered as he fell to his knees. I snatched the glass with the woman's fingers in it and tapped it lightly on the wall.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he stared at my hand.

I hit it harder until he flinched, "Scared? What if give these fingers you love so much to that guy. I mean, he deserves it more than you because she loved him not you."

He gritted his teeth, clenching his hand, "Don't you dare."

"Why not? I knew where he lives," I smirked. "I was born in this family, I'm pretty sure mom and dad are proud of me more than they are proud of you. Dad said he doesn't let you butcher a human because you make too many mistakes."

"I'm still learning," his voice shook.

"Learning? I just got here a few days ago and I heard mom and dad want me to do the important job here. I get to butcher new victims. Oh, they even said I am ten times better than you. I think that girl chose that guy because he's ten times better than you as well."

"It's not going to work on me," he glared.

I threw the jar and it broke, "is it?" The fingers scattered and I stepped on all of them, "I think it's working according to plan, Zayne."

He crawled towards the crushed fingers, weeping like a child as he collected those dust. He stood up with his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths. He clenched his fist and punched me in the gut. I gripped his arm, digging my nails into his flesh deeper until he yelled. Then, he grabbed my face; it hurts.

"You're messing with the wrong person, Hope," he put more pressure on my jaw and I poked his eyes until he released his grasp.

He wanted to choke me but I bit his finger off. It wasn't hard because I knew humans can bite off fingers like biting carrots. Spitting out the finger, I went to the sink to rinse my mouth.