sweet & brutal || h.s ✔️

~2~ (edited)

Aria's POV

I've been in here for god knows how long. I was drenched in my own sweat from the lack of air circulation and I'm honestly surprised that my dark skin isn't littered with bruises, cuts or blood yet. In fact, since the day I woke up, there hasn't been anyone in here besides the occasional delivery of food and water. My hands were untied while I was eating but I'm sure from reading my profile that they know to keep heavy surveillance on me, considering there are cameras in every corner of this prison-like room and every time my hands are free from the torturous binds of rope, there is at least nine guards watching my move like hawks.

They still haven't told me why I'm here but it doesn't take a genius to figure it out. I'm guessing it has something to do with my father's foolish choices for an occupation and because of him I'm paying the price or being used as bait. But the long provided silence has given me time to think over everything.

My father is no longer a subject of care and family. He's a subject for revenge. The many years of lies being told, the years of thinking he was a good man, the long period of time I thought he cared and he was a normal man with a large house and good cars from his well-paid job of innocence. However, he was still my father and all I cared about was getting out of here so I could go home and unleash hell.

I looked up at the camera perched in front of me. I looked into the lens for a minute, pondering how I could get them to let me go. I was beaten. I was desperate and I would do anything to get out of here.

"Tell your boss that I want to talk," I said.

Within minutes a large noise sounded in the room and to my left, a group of armed men stepped inside the room until all the walls were covered in guards and the boss walked in. He confidently but silently stepped into the room and walked to stand in front of me. He clicked his fingers and a large black leather couch was placed to my side. He sat down comfortably, making sure not to break our eye contact. I took his silence as a cue to start. I opened my mouth to speak but his hand silenced me.

"We would like to show you something," he said formally. The bright light appeared once again in front of me and a video started to play on the projector. The video showed a teenager who I slowly began to recognize. His skin unlike mine was covered in bruises and blood. I know that it was cruel to feel this way but I felt nothing as I stared at the battered face of my ex-boyfriend. The video continued to play and a man in a suit with a mask that covered his full face except for his eyes walked into view. He held a shiny metal knife and stood next to the dirtbag. In one powerful swift movement, he plunged the knife into Leo's stomach. A cry of pain sounded from him and a look of fear and hurt was strongly displayed on his stupid face.

At this point, I barely moved a muscle. I didn't care. He hurt me. He told lies and ruined my reputation. So no, I don't give a fuck if he was in pain. He deserved to die for what he did to me. His face faded into nothing as I disassociated from the sight in front of me. I didn't even realize that my hands and feet were untied when I finally faded back to the present.

The blankness in my eyes and the solemnity in my face was a signal for the man to keep going. He took the knife out of his stomach and plunged it back in, in a quick movement.

In my mind, I could see all the times he hurt me. All the times he convinced me to do things I did not want to do. He cheated on me, made me watch as he broke my heart over and over. He didn't care when I screamed and broke down over the pain he placed in my chest. When I would give him countless chances to do better. So why should I care about his final moments? 

 The man twisted the knife slowly. Leo's face turned pale and he screamed some more. The process continued a couple more times before the man obviously got fed up with his reluctance to die and he snapped his neck with a small click. Leo's body sat there limp with his head laid over the top of the chair. The video suddenly disappeared and I was brought back to reality. The look of surprise across everyone's faces was quite laughable actually.