BOUND TO HIM BY FORCE

21. KILL OR BE KILLED

I would have to kill everyone in that place before anyone touched Kane and Angelina. The tears poured, the tattooed man walking to the side with the two men left staring back at me.

They wore the same look I wore, both stepping forward, not willing to lose. They wanted to go home and I wanted to protect my family. I cried for the part of me I was losing, crying and heaving yet hands fisting into tight fists because I would fight with everything I had.

The men ran to me and I knew the fight had begun. The crowd roared up alive as if every one of them were on steroids.

I shook, my heels pushing as I ran towards the men. I was heaving, like a bull loading and ready to devour. Everything that had happened since I left my home came at me, anger pulling at me with frustration. I was tired of crying; I was tired of begging. It was time to act out. I ran with all I had. I did not care what happened when I reached the two men, but I knew I was not dying, not on that night.

My body jerked into a painful stop with eyes wide as one of the men jumped on the other, pushing them on the floor and smashing his head over and over on the ground. The other man tried fighting but he stood no chance with the attacker determined to take his life at that moment. Such cruelty was new to me, the man smashing, his eyes moving towards me as blood and brain matter coated his hands. He was coming for me next; he was coming to smash my head next.

I was scared, I was so scared, the crowd roaring even harder, no one was shocked at the turn of events, everyone excited to watch such which left me bare. Where was I and how would I survive in such a place? How could I keep myself alive in such a place?

The man stood up from the dead body, laughing while wiping the blood and brain matter on his bare chest. He stared at me with eyes that promised a fate worse than I had just witnessed. My feet moved back, the man laughing with the whole crowd, but I could not.

An image of Angelina giggling in a video chat left me weeping my eyes out. She was just eight, she had just discovered her love for painting, painting her room all sorts of colors when their parents were away.

I could not let them get their hands on her. I could not let Azrail get his hands on Kane’s family. He brought nothing good, he destroyed everything and I would not let him destroy the people I cared so much about.

I stopped moving back and began moving forward. I could die but I would die knowing I went out swinging.

My fists were held tightly, rushing to meet the men. He held out his hand, wanting to grip my hair, but I slipped under his widespread feet and punched him over and over on his manhood with him groaning. His thighs clenched together, falling on his knees. I jumped up, hitting his back with both my feet to put my knee at the back of his head, pressing him down on the mud for him to drown in it. He fought, pushing up and he was much stronger than me, my body sent stumbling away and when I tried to regain my balance he was already turning and getting up with nothing but mud covering his skin. He was beyond pissed, so mad he was shaking. I knew I was fvcked, stumbling back with him rushing to grip my face, his whole hand covering it. I tried swinging, over and over. He removed his hand and just as I was taking a breath a punch came hard.

My world shook, hitting so hard I felt my brain bounce around my head. The tears came, blood flowing down my face.

He hit again, the most painful punch I had ever received, my eyes burning, feeling them as if to close.

I was drowning in the amount of blood sipping out my nose. My body moved, kicking his groin over and over, but he seemed to absorb the pain, giving me one last punch before throwing me into the mud. I cried out, crawling away, mud coating my skin with the pain so much I thought I would go insane, but I could not give up. Not when Kane and Angelina were involved.

I turned around, everything spinning, he was walking but too many of him, so large like an ogre to smash my face with his feet. I rolled away, taking deep breaths to flip, but because I was so dizzy, I fell.

My body rose again, his hand pulling on my arm. In a panic, I jumped up, my body falling on his to hug him hard. My fingers searched for his eyes, finding them and digging inside. He groaned, holding my body away, trying to pry me from him, but I held even tighter, not letting go. I held with all I had, digging my fingers deep until I felt them sink into his eyes. His fists drummed on my sides, my body screaming out in pain, feeling the blood rise into my mouth.

I cried out but did not let go. If I was dying, I was not going down alone.

He stumbled back, knowing he was in so much pain and, with that, I jumped off. His balls were kicked again, jumping in the air to hit his chest multiple times, then kicked his face so hard I thought I would lose my foot. He went down with a thud.

I did not have time. My dress was slipped off my body, leaving me naked as born. I rolled the dress to slip it around the man’s neck. My knees both fell on his head, pressing down on the mud. I choked and drowned him in the mud. The tears flowed down my eyes, closing them to tug even harder until I heard the snap.

The screams of the people made it worse, my body staggering with me slipping on the wet mud and falling down.

My eyes fell on the dark sky. I could kiss heaven goodbye, hell was where my soul was going. I shook, the tears drying up. In my head, I was screaming and crying, but I could not cry, I could not scream no matter how much I wanted.

“I will bleed it out of you.” He had said and I suddenly understood, I suddenly understood what he meant.

A face came obstructing my view, the tattooed man staring down at me. He pulled his t-shirt out and threw it at me.

“For disturbing my sleep, you will spend the rest of the night tied to a pole and staring at what you have done.”

I could not even react, my mind hearing him but nothing making sense with everything spinning all around me. My body was pulled up, the t-shirt slipped on before he dragged my sagging body out of there. We reached the concrete ground, my body picked up. I did not care; I did not care for anything.

I did not even react as he pressed me onto a pole. What was the point? They would do whatever they wanted anyway. My arms were pulled back, a rope around my waist holding me to the pole with another around my wrists and feet.

The man stepped back to observe his work then nod his head.

The wind was cold, bruising my skin and leaving it burning. It picked up, knowing nothing but rain was coming my way. Another man came, dragging a body with him, realizing it was the man I killed. They placed him right at my feet only to turn and walk away, leaving me to stare at my sins.