Matthew’s P.O.V.“Did she say Naked?” shouts Ryan.
“Stop shouting in my ears Ryan” says Caleb.
Looking towards Caleb once over, he turns towards me and says again, “Matt. Stop her.”
I know what she is doing, is going to take a toll on her later but I’m not stupid to meddle with her while she is literally breathing fire. I ignore Ryan, because that is the only rational way to deal with it. Ryan doesn’t take it for an answer and says again, “You know it will take a piece of her once she is done with it. Don’t let her do it.”
I turn towards him and say, “You know I can’t do much in her case Ry. Alpha or not, she will kill me if I interfere now.” Ryan knows I’m right and just sits down with his head bend over in his hands. Being a brother, it concerns him; hell, it concerns me too. Bella is like a sister to me too and all of us love and care for her more than ourselves. Rose is the only one she talks to after such situations, in the five of us. Even her siblings can see her lose herself after every interrogation. She takes their care and does everything, but even they can sense the stiffness in her body language, her loss of appetite, her lack of smile.
Ryan is right; it takes a toll on her, a piece of her soul every time. But that is what she thrives on, she lives for this. It’s her strength; whether a blessing or a curse, no one knows.
It all started after her 18th birthday, she started showing immense strength, speed which was impossible for a Warrior wolf to contain. After 2 weeks, was the full moon night. When she shifted for the first time, everyone was mesmerized by her. Her wolf was Huge for a female, even for a warrior. It is hardly a few millimeters smaller than mine. Larger than Caleb’s and Ryan’s wolves, which was really astonishing; since that is not how wolves are supposed to be. The wolves are usually sized according to their ranks, i.e. the order should have been Alpha, Luna, Beta, Gamma and then the Warrior Head. But in our case, it was Alpha, Warrior Head, Luna, Beta and Gamma. Everyone has a smaller wolf than her. It’s a blessing that at least my wolf was taller than a few millimeters, or else I would have had to bow down to her.
Other than the size, the color was something that shut everyone up. Her wolf is White, like some Holy Spirit; with glowing Golden eyes. Rose was standing right next to her when she shifted and we all saw her scratch her ears. According to her, it felt like touching a fluffy cloud. She said Bella has the most pure and the softest fur to exist in this whole world. No one else had courage in them to even move near her, let alone touch, that including me. She looked like some fairy creature and it scared the shit out of everyone.
Once she was back to normal, we all looked out for her wolf. Tracing the history down and after talking to our ancestors, we got to know that she is what people called, The Mystique Wolf. She was blessed by the Moon Goddess to deal with evil, powers unknown but with a kind soul and fearless heart. It came as a surprise when one day, Rose came around a book in our library and found some stuff about Bella’s Wolf.
It said ‘The Mystique Wolf’ is the most feared wolf to walk the face of earth. She can be as comforting as a mother in this moment and the most dangerous assassin in the very next. She tends to lose control when punishing people for their crimes. Though blessed with a heart of gold, yet gold is a hard metal; hence cold hearted too. She is an Archangel Sophia for the Pure-souls and Azrael herself for the evil ones, all in the same person.
No one survived her torture till date and she is only 19 years old now. She has been our Warrior Head for more than a year now and has killed more people while interrogating, than her Dad had in his whole life. Mr. Rivera died at the age of 45; that says something about Bella’s brutal behavior. She was still unknown to the powers she possesses except for reading people’s mind through her touch. But it is said in scriptures that she is the powerhouse of special abilities.
We all have seen her violent side, but once the deed is done; she closes up. It is painful to see her that way and that is what’s stressing us more than what happens to the Rogue. We don’t care if she shreds him into pieces or beats him to death, but once she will be done with it. She will turn into stone and we don’t know for how many days. Last time it lasted for 8 miserable days and it killed all of us to look at her in agony.
Ryan is lying on the couch with his hands on his eyes, when Caleb shouts, “What the fuck is she doing?” which grabs our attention to the screen. We all see her take a slicer knife in her hand as she runs her finger over the edge to administer its sharpness and slowly starts bending down.
What she does next leaves me speechless, my mind running in circles over my own words when I told her to make him regret his birth. Seeing as the scene unfolds, the only thought that comes to my mind is, what is hell did I do?
Isabella’s P.O.V.Daniel starts to unbutton his already ripped shirt, when I say, “He won’t need it once I’m done. HERE” throwing him a pocket knife to tear it off his body. Daniel nods and starts’ tearing the shirt up and soon it’s on the floor. I stand by the wall, with my arms crossed in front of me, staring at him. He still hasn’t taken me seriously; I can see the doubt of me being incapable lingers in his eyes. I like it when I do the unexpected; it satisfies me to no end.
“You think you can really do it?” he asks.
I smirk but don’t say anything, aggravating him a little more. My smile pisses him off when he says, “When I’m out of here, I’ll be coming for you PRINCESS.”
I still don’t say anything, which irks him even more and he spits out, “I like my chicks Stubborn. It’s fun to teach them how to behave.”
Still no response from me, he continues, “And when I get my hands on you, I’m going to enjoy every single minute of it.” He is getting restless by every passing minute and I can see it; his uneasiness of being naked in front of a woman against his own will, his anger towards me for disrespecting him. He is not just a Racist but also a Misogynist. It’s going to be one hell of a fun ride to teach him a lesson.
I smile and finally say, “Not when, it’s If.” He looks at me, a little bit confused about my statement and asks, “What?” I clear his confusion by adding, “It’s not WHEN you get out of here. It’s IF you get out of here.”
“What do you mean?” he blurts out. Now it’s my chance to enjoy it and I say with a smile, “Exactly what you’re thinking.” Till now all his clothes are in the basket in the far end of the room and he is standing stark naked with his hands tied by silver chains to the hook above his head. His wrists are burning up and a bruise is slowly forming on them due to the friction from the silver chains.
I make my way to him, hooking my fingers under his chin to lift it high enough to look me in the eye and say, “Enjoying so far?”
He snarls at me with hatred and it just amuses me. This man in front of me did something dishonorable to a little girl and still doesn’t feel a wee bit ashamed about his doings. I’m going to make him feel what he did and enjoy every single minute of it.
Daniel and Mike are standing far away from him, watching me intently as I turn towards the table and pick up the Carving knife. Walking towards him, I say, “Fun times over David” and run the knife right above his chest, making a gnash there. He hollers out in pain, cursing out, “You’re going to regret it bitch. I’m going to kill you.”
I start laughing menacingly and say, “No. I won’t. Wanna know why?” I pause for his answer which comes as a glare my way and continue, “Because you’re not going to leave this cell alive.”
I hold his right nipple in between my Index finger and thumb; slowly start carving it out of his body. He keeps shouting in pain but it doesn’t stop me as I move to the left one and do the same. The cell is filled with his cries which replaced his curses somewhere during the carving of his left nipple. Blood oozes out of the spots where once his nipples resided, slowly dripping down his chest towards his abdomen.
I move back keep the Carving knife back in the steal tray, taking a cotton cloth wipe of the blood from my hands and stand by the wall, enjoying the view. He is still very much conscious, with tears pouring out of his eyes and blood out of his cuts; he looks weak yet determined to kill me.
He can hope for it.
I smile and say, “Already tired? I just got started.”
His eyes widen at my words when he realizes that I’m not yet done with him. It’s not his mistake to think I’m done, anyone would have thought it since I wiped my hands clean; but that’s how I work. I don’t like to work with bloodied hands and have a habit of wiping it after every task. I slowly move my attention from his face to the Knives and pick my favorite one.
The Obsidian Knife.
It’s the thinnest and the sharpest knife ever. It can slice through anything, with hardly 3 nanometers wide, makes it 10 times sharper than any razor blade to ever exist. Touching the blade with my finger and feeling a small cut on it, brings a small smile on my face.
I walk towards the culprit, looking him in the eye; smiling one last time I slowly start bending down. Realization hits him like a ton of bricks in the face and he starts thrashing in the slumped position shouting, “No... No... No… You can’t do this. Don’t you dare bitch. I will kill you.” The smirk that forms on my face looking at his panic ridden face washes a satisfactory feeling all over me, letting me know that whatever I’m doing is correct and needs to be done. I see from the corner of my eye; a much panicked Daniel with a pained expression, his hands covering his crotch region and a satisfied Mike with a look of determination and approval.
I move my eyes to the desired place, when I notice a slumped dick covering his balls. It frustrates me, so I call Mike and say, “Grab hold of his dick, it’s in my way of revenge.”
Mike moves towards the table instead of walking towards me, which makes me move my attention to him. He grabs the tape roll and walks towards me. Grabbing his dick, he moves it upright, pointing towards his stomach and sticks it with the tape; covering it from head to mid-length in just one single strap and moves back to his place.
I give him a nod of approval and slowly pick up the knife from the floor, looking at the culprit’s face one last time before moving my attention to it. Engulfing his balls in my palm, pulling at them with an excruciating force, I hear him shout profanities my way. Ignoring his words, I move the knife towards the stretched skin and slide it through it. With one smooth slide of the blade, the scrotum sac lands in my palm with the balls in it; leaving a gaping hole in his body. Blood starts oozing out of his wound at an undesirable speed, which I plan to stop. I don’t want to kill him, YET. He deserves to be killed by the girl he harmed, herself.
He is withering like a fish out of water, gasping for air to fill his lungs; screams so agonizingly loud, enough to deaf people all over the floor. I make my way towards the table, throwing the balls in the tray with the knife and wiping my hands on the cloth to get rid of his blood. I have a closed box settled on the table; no one knows what resides inside it. Taking the box in my hand, I move towards my hostage. Bending over again, I see him calming his breath and moving his attention towards me; worry etched to his face. I can see the gears running in full speed to analyze and understand my next move.
I open the box and hear him gasp loud enough for everyone to hear. He starts pleading, “Please don’t do this. I’m sorry for what I did. Please let me go. Please.”
I stop what I’m doing and he visibly calms thinking I have forgiven him; when I say, “Your sorry doesn’t mean shit to me.”
I look at the box filled with blood sucking leeches, taking one in my hand; I place it at the place where his balls existed. I take another one and place it at the same place and close the box. With the leeches attached to his wounds, he won’t lose blood at a quicker pace. The leeches will suck it off in a slower yet painful way, making him feel every drop of blood suck out of him.
Placing the box on the table, I look at Daniel and say, “As soon as these ones are full, they will drop of his body. Replace it with the new ones. If you fail to do that, I’ll attach them to your balls. Get it.” He nods and replies with a, “Yes Chief.”
I move towards the door, being done with my work here and command one last order, “Get the floors cleaned” and leave.