Hateful obsession

Chapter 14

Charlotte
"Think about red? See the blood."

Disasters begin in the dark nights.
Starless, soulless, impenetrable nights. Such nights serve as an ominous background in folk tales or in the most perverted songs.

I looked ahead, watching the city shimmer under the speed of the car. Tick. Tick. Tick. My legs shaked as I sat in the seat, as bloody images rush through my head with the destructive force of a hurricane. The playback happened in full, anxious motion. That soon I will step inside this club as a simple woman Charlotte but I will leave as Melissa. Insidious and ruthless.

Now there is no husband whom I trusted, even if only for a short time, no fire inside me, no soul, because 10 months ago it was torn out by the roots. Only the engine of the car, the road and my current partner who fears for my life.

But I no longer understood what it was like to be afraid for myself or my life. Because it happens to those who have something to lose. And what do I have to lose now? A friend with whom I can't communicate during a deal? Or a husband who has become my personal devil? Or my body, where every area is soaked in someone else's blood? I grinned to myself. No. I have nothing more to lose, but I won't die either. There is no one who could defeat me yet.

And yet I dare not blink. Not even once when I observe my surroundings. I did not blink even once. I simply was looking and looking, was feeling the life almost left me and then I screamed like a hunted mythical creature. From pain. From the loss of my former self. In that one fucking night.

But he didn't hear me. No one heard me. As if I was an empty space and a sound for everyone around me. After all, strong girls should be able to survive everything alone.

A sudden chill runs down my spine, and I pressed myself closer to the warm seat. But wasn't the cold that penetrates my bones. It was this evening. The realization of a little girl inside me who wants warmth. To be loved. A mother...a father and a loved one. I hate this little girl inside me who is more naive than any child.

The atmosphere was eerily reminiscent of that night when I was kidnapped and beaten and I was bleeding, feeling like I was going to die. But no. I survived to live and continue to remember. How bad I felt. That's why I will kill that bastard because of whom I was kidnapped.

When I first killed a man, I couldn't even imagine that everything would spin to the point where I would be the best. How I would be the best shooter. Done. How I would be able to handle a knife perfectly. Done. Bitten to manipulate? Easy peasy. Knowing anatomy so that I could torture but not kill? The devil laughs right in my face.

There were no stars then either, and like tonight, the moon shone brightly, like the glitter of pure silver on a clean canvas. But behind me there are already many corpses and experience. All people say that killing is bad. Cruel. But here is the problem. This is life, which is always connected with death. Villains are always in fairy tales and without them the heroes would not be noticed.

"We'll be there in 10 minutes." Dean said. "What exactly is your plan? I warn you, I don't know kung fu."
"You don't have to." I patted him on the shoulder. "You'll just be my sweet, shy brother."

"What exactly are you going to do?" He persisted.
"What a woman can do the best." I breathed. "Make a man lose his head."
"So you're going to seduce him?" He muttered cheerfully. "Damn, I'd like to see Roman's face when you do it."