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Lilith's POV:
(Third time we get a glimpse of her😩...Lilith>>>)
Twisting and turning the dagger in my hands, I pinned my target with a glare.
His eyes fixated on the dagger, intimated and scared of what will happen.
Who can blame him? Because all of us fear the unknown.
"I don't hear you talking." I narrowed my eyes at him, while pressing my lips together in a thin line, telling him that I am not impressed.
"Fine, let's get it over with." I scowled, before throwing the dagger, with which I was playing, at his shoulder.
His scream was muffled by his dirty sock, which was in his mouth, gagging him.
A laugh ripples out of me and I say "Oops! I forgot to remove the sock."
I am sick.
At least, I enjoy being this sick.
I signaled the two guards, who were standing behind him, armed, to remove the sock.
He must be regretting not washing his socks often the moment I ordered my men to put the sock he was wearing in his mouth.
At least he will learn his lesson and will wash them often, that is only if I let him live.
"Who are you? I didn't do anything wrong." He pleaded, as his tears keep falling.
"It doesn't feel good to be a victim, does it?" I mocked, wrinkling my nose in fake pity.
"Please, forgive me. Don't kill me, I will do anything for you." Whimpering in fear, he pleaded.
I noticed how his knuckles were turning white, and his whole body shook in fear.
What a pretty sight to take in.
"Anything? It is a grave promise, don't you think?" I strode towards him, stopping in front of his kneeled figure.
"I am not lying, I will tell you anything I know, just don't hurt me." He whispered out in a pained voice.
"Does it hurt your shoulder when you talk? Shall I remove the dagger?" An irrepressible, callous smile broke out on my face.
My hands gripped the dagger, before pushing it deeper and deeper, then twisting it around. The sound of his flesh squishing and the glimpse of blood turning his white shirt red gave me satisfaction.
"The walls of this apartment, are you sure they are soundproof?" I asked my men, who were avoiding looking in my eyes, due to their tremor.
"Yes, boss."
"Okay, I am done toying with you. Let's get serious now."
I went back to my initial place, my victim's couch.
YOU ARE READING
Wild And Wicked
Romance"My happiness is like a flower that blooms, but at last, it always shrinks. It taught me, even though the happiness blossom, the misery never fades." Kataleya Hernández. Belonging to a well-known family of Spain, It's typical for people to assume h...
