Hiii, happy independence day💞
Tristan's POV:
After driving for half an hour, I finally arrive at one of my favorite locations.
The lock up.
The place where I get to torture all my victims and suck the life out of them.
I'm known for it. It's what makes people fear me. Everyone enjoys something. I enjoy watching people plead and beg me as I drain them in the worst way possible.
"Boss. How is she?" Elijah says as I step out of the car and go straight to the entrance.
"It's not looking good." I hiss, balling up my fist and walking through the hall of the lock up as he follows.
"Fuck. I'm sorry, boss." He sighs in frustration as I stop in front of Claire's cell.
"What did you do to her?" I ask, opening up the button in my jacket with my attention on him.
"Nothing. Just tied her up."
"Hm." I hum, taking off my suit jacket. "Lock the door behind me." I order as I walk into the dark room. Elijah nods and does as told as I step inside and switch on the light.
My eyes land on Claire's tied up body, sitting on the chair and looking straight at me. I thought she'd be passed out or in pain but I guess it's my job to make her like that.
I link my hands behind my back and circle her. I don't even know where to begin. I want to do so many things to her. Ask so many unanswered questions.
I keep my eyes on her, and she's just sat there with a smile on her fucking face. Fuck, that makes my blood boil.
Just watching that smug look on her face is enough to make my anger reach its peak.
Now, I might be cruel, I might be heartless. But I like to consider myself a somewhat reasonable man. There are some boundaries I don't cross.
And I draw a line to hitting women, I really do. But watching her sitting there looking satisfied, not to mention the fact that she hurt my family; my sister, my wife and my child, I can't hold back.
So I backhand her so fucking hard, making her head throw back and a pathetic whimper seep out of her. That must've hurt.
God, she has no idea what I'm capable of. No one does. Not even my closest men. I'm so fucked up in the head but I love it. It keeps me going.
I sit down in front of her, eye to eye, watching her get nervous just like she should be. She should be petrified. I can break her in half.
I clear my throat. "Here's what's going to happen, I'm going to ask you a few questions. And while you answer, I'll be having a bit of fun of my own." I state and I watch her face drop and, she swallows nervously.
I nod to myself and go to the shelf on the wall and grab a sharp blade then stalk closer to her.
I now place all my torture weapons out of reach. I've had hostages before who would kill themselves using the tools inside the room because the pain I was putting them through was too much. I've learned from my mistake and now it's guaranteed that it won't happen. I'm in control and I'm the one who gets to decide when I can end their meaningless pathetic lives.
I sit down on the chair in front of Claire as she scowls at me. I look down at her tied up hands in front of her. I grab them forcefully and start dragging my blade across her skin but not pressuring down. I'll play mind games with her till she breaks.
"It was you all along, wasn't it?" I ask, rhetorically. "The shooting at the main house, the car following and shooting, the break-in in Greece?" I ask, nodding to my own questions. It's obvious it's her. I just want to hear her say it. "You tipped them off about our location all those times."
"You must've been mad that I caught Petrov and kept him locked up, hm?" I taunt her, trying to make her angrier. I want her despising me more. It makes things much more interesting.
"Fuck you." She claps back but earns an elbow to the nose in return.
"Shut the fuck up, you worthless whore. Who the fuck do you think you're talking to, huh?" I growl, losing my temper as she shrinks down and swallows as the blood dribbles down her nose. She furiously blinks, her eyes watering and rolling back.
"You think you can just hurt what's mine and get away with it? Fuck, you have no idea." I shake my head in anger.
"I would never hurt her. She's the love of my life."
"The fuck did you just say?" I ask but she doesn't answer just yet.
"That's right. I love her. She's supposed to be with me not with you. I promised myself I would never hurt her. That's why even through everything, she was never harmed. Not in Greece, not in the kidnapping. That was all thanks to me. But she was carrying a Black's baby and I had to do something about that. I had to make her pure again." She explains, raising her voice as I stand there emotionless, trying to take it all in.
I didn't see that coming. I thought she wanted to hurt me by hurting what matters most to me. But shit, she's fucking in love with her? That just makes me want to torture her even more. And that's exactly what I'll do.
"She didn't do anything. She was your friend for fuck's sake. How the fuck can you do that to her?" I growl, my voice so fucking loud and my face red with anger.
"That doesn't matter. My plan was to destroy you."
To that, I laugh, shaking my head. "But hey, look at where I am. I still got my family." I chuckle, making her purse her lips in anger. "I still have Aurora, our baby." I continue. "And look where you are, huh? You have no family. You have no one."
"Your father is a weak man who couldn't handle our power." She snaps back and I can't help but chuckle.
"What power?" I throw my head back in laughter. " Your father was a thief who wanted everything we have." I correct her. "Well at least that's what he was before we killed him." I smirk and I watch her face screw up, her eyes slightly twitching. I love it. "That's right. We killed him. We killed all of your family. And you and your brother are to follow." I smirk and she fists her hands.
"I hate you. I HATE YOU. You're a horrible person." She whines, getting more defensive.
"Perhaps I am. But I'd never stab and try to kill a pregnant woman. I'd never stoop that low. Look at yourself, trying to make yourself relevant." I degrade her. I want her to feel as worthless as she is . I'll ruin her and enjoy every second of it.
"You don't deserve her. I've seen how you treat her." She stupidly argues in a whiny voice, trying to break free. But Lord knows she's not going anywhere.
"And now you'll see her have my baby. My second baby, my third baby... You'd love that now, wouldn't you?" I smirk deviously at Claire who looks like she's about to have a fit. I fucking love it.
I'm not using Aurora to make her angry. It's not fair to Aurora and she doesn't deserve it. But the fact that every single person is after what's mine makes my blood boil.
