Veleno

Chapter 6

Damien’s POV

I’ve always disliked changes in my life.

Disliked the fact that how one decision, one small or big decision, can turn your life around.

I like to be in control. I like to make out a thorough plan and make things accordingly. Unlike today.

The fact, that one petite girl, made me change every decision I made regarding her change in the blink of an eye is still something I am grasping.

It was a simple thing. Torment her until she squeals all her father’s dirty secrets and then see her head being slashed off in front of me and send her father a little gift. Her head in a pretty gift wrap.

But, when I saw her on that floor staring into nothingness, I don’t know what came over me. She enrages me. Yet I still couldn’t find myself to kill her. And to turn her into my maid? I don't know why I did that either.

And that is why, here is me and Xavier, drinking whiskey and trying to come up with a reason as to why I did what I did.

He is my first in command and he is the closest thing I have to a friend.

“You don’t do that.”  

“I know.”

“Why couldn’t you kill her?”

“I don’t know.”

He paused for a second, hesitating about something. I just calmly took a sip from my glass.

“Do you…Do you maybe have feelings for her?”

I shot up my eyes at him. Did he forget that he have to be careful around me?

“What the f**k did you just say?” 

“N-no. I m-meant like you’ve never spared someone like that…that’s- it’s just a theory no need to take out your gun man!”

The fact that this guy has survived me so far is because he knew his limit.

I tightened my grip on my gun as I drew it out.  I pointed it at him.

“Say that again and you’ll be as dead as a corpse.” I said pinching the gun to his forehead.

“Yes sir” He shakily said. It doesn’t matter if he is close or not. I am capable of killing anyone and he knows that.

“Good.” I relaxed back in my seat and took another sip. “It’s a private section anyway. No one will notice if I kill you.”

He laughed a little. “It’s your club anyway. Not that it will matter. He shrugged.

There was a long silence but his eyes were on me. He is watching my every move very intently.

“What are you staring at? You want to f**k me or something?”

He didn’t laugh.

“Just keep in mind who her father is. And what he did before taking any decisions.” He said as he drank the last sip from his glass.

My jaw clenched at that. Memories of how David had f****d me up started storming my mind. I was mad. Mad at David. Mad at myself. Mad at the f*****g world. I almost got him. Almost. And I would’ve taken my revenge if-

“David! f**k! David you’re bleeding.” He panicked. I looked towards where he is pointing and saw that I accidently broke the glass and the pieces were ripping through my skin.

I didn’t feel any pain though. I never do.

“Shut up.” I just want one moment of silence to clear my head out.

“No the cut looks deep at least let me call the waitress-“

“I said shut the f**k up Xavier I am this close from blowing your brains off don’t tempt me!” I took a deep breath and snarled at him.

He didn’t say anything. He just slumped back in his seat.

I stacked my head backwards on the couch and closed my eyes.

“Go home.” I quietly said after a few minutes.

“I can’t leave you alone like this.”

“ You’re not my f*****g babysitter. I can take care of myself. Go home Xavier.” I just closed my eyes.

I don’t have to look at him to know that he followed through my orders.

I can f**k a w***e whole night yet this mental exhaustion can drain hell out of me.

I just gathered my things and made my way out of the club.

Time to go home and see the b***h who is the sole reason of this drama.

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Amelia’s POV

That bastard!

Whole day. Whole day all I did was clean something that’s already way more cleaner than his own existence. But no. He just want to humiliate me. Hurt me in his twisted ways. Break me.

Do what you want for all I care. I'm not just gonna sit in a corner and cry like I've done my whole life.

I was almost done scrubbing the floor on the living room when I heard footsteps approaching. I quickly stood up. I don’t want to be seen on my knees scrubbing the floor when that monster would walk in and feed his ego more.

 “I see. You had a fun day today.” He sarcastically commented after watching my disheveled uniform.

I just looked at him and give him a sweet smile. 

“Indeed.” I replied, trying to hide my tiredness.

He was about to say something when Martha walked in.

“Sir should I serve you dinner?” She politely asked.

“No.” He replied, still staring at me. I didn’t back down either. I was staring back with the same intensity.

“Sir your hand is wounded.” Even my eyes shifted to the hand that was red with blood. I internally winced. What if he just killed someone? My mind was suddenly filled with the endless possibilities as to how there was blood in his hand. Most of them being filled with the blood not being his. I gulped in fear.

“Do you want me to tend to it Sir?” Martha quietly asked.

“No it’s okay. Just send the new maid to my room with a first aid it.” And with that, he made his way to his room.

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I quietly closed the door behind me as I entered his room and saw him sprawled out on his bed.

“What took you so long?” He asked. His eyes still closed.

“I thought people were forbidden to enter your room.” I didn't answer his question. Just made a random statement.

“They are allowed on my permission.” He said finally shifting and sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What the f**k are you waiting for. Do your f*****g job.”

“I’m not a nurse.” I told him with a straight face.

 I went near the table that was in front of the sofa and cautiously placed the first aid kit on it. Everything is expensive as f**k. I don’t even know what I will do if I accidentally break something.

“Sweetie if you want me to play the patient just tell me I’ll be glad to do that.” He said with his wicked grin.

I scrunched my face up in disgust. “What girl in her right mind would even sleep with you?” I said. “Do you even care about your lady’s pleasure or do you just use her until you’re satisfied?” I spat at him.

“I bet your mother didn’t even teach you how to respect women.”

His smirk dropped and his eyes suddenly turned cold. Like life just got sucked out of his eyes.

He got up from the bed and made his way towards me in two long steps until his non injured hand was right on my throat.

He squeezed my throat and brought me closer until his lips touched my ears. “You wanna know how I treat my women?” His tongue licked my ear and a shiver ran down my spine.

I pushed him too far. s**t I pushed him too far.

His hold got even tighter,  “I bet you’re even wet down there.”

I couldn’t breathe. There were tears forming in my eyes.

I started hitting him with my small wrists. My attempts turning feeble because of his strong built and also because of lack of oxygen.

He softly bit my ear lobe as my breath started to grow heavy. “Do you want me to check it for you? Hm?” I wanted to say no. Anything to push him away and make some distance between us.

The stars circled my vision. I think I was about to pass out.

His other hand trailed down to my lower stomach and panic started rising in me. My attempts turned urgent. As urgent as my energy could support.

At that moment, I knew I’ll pass out. Or die. This monster doesn't care.

He suddenly released me and I tumbled upon the floor. I was just trying to catch my breath. Coughing my way back to consciousness.

He just slumped back on the bed looking at me amusingly.

After taking a few deep breaths and getting my vision better, I looked up at him with bloodshot eyes. I was glaring into his soul as I collected myself and sat up on the floor with my legs folded by my side, my hands supporting my upper body.  

“Do you wanna play a game?” He asked as he casually tilted towards the bed.

“N-no” I replied, my voice hoarse.

“C’mon we just started having fun.” He tilted his head to the side and poked his tongue to the cheek. “Come here." He patted to the space beside him. Sit with me.”

I didn’t move.

“It’s a f*****g order. Don’t make me force you.”

That was what made me move and sit beside him. My legs were still wobbly yet I made my way to the place he wanted me to sit. I tried to make as much space between us as possible.

“ Let’s play Russian roulette.” He moved closer as he tilted his body facing me, almost touching my knee.

“What-" I cleared my throat. "What is that?” I gulped. I don’t know why, but his suddenly eyes grew dark. The most I am terrified of, is this cod side of him.

“Don’t know?" He said grabbing my chin roughly, as he pinched it. "Of course you don’t. Didn’t daddy teach his daughter the oh so famous roulette game? Or were you too caught up in your expensive doll houses that you never paid attention to it?”

How much I wished my childhood went like that. A happy one. The one where I could play with my dad or play with the doll house.

“I still need to tend to your wounds.” I said, as my eyes went towards his hand which is now covered in dried blood. He pinched my chin more aggressively and pulled me closer with it.

“f**k the wound. Now, we’re gonna play Russian Roulette, but just one slight change. It’s going to be my way.”

He said that with a dangerous smirk as he finally released my aching chin and withdrew his hand to reach out to the back of his jeans, only to pull out a gun.