Deadly Obsession

Chapter 14

(Someone's POV)

I untied him from the wall and strapped him down on a metal chair. I grinned as I stared at the bucket of glacial acetic acid that I brought with me.

I approached the sleeping rabid dog and poured the contents of the bucket on him. He squirmed and shouted as the acid pour over his wounds. I grimaced, he should even be thankful because I used acetic acid instead of hydrochloric or sulfuric acid.

"W-what?!" He screamed when he saw me.

"Welcome to hell, bastard." I say and punched him square on his ugly face.

He slumped on his chair as I repeatedly and ruthlessly hit him with my bare fist. I only stopped once his whole face was already bloody and is starting to become black and blue.

I stepped back and scanned his whole being with distaste. 'Such an ugly creature is not even fit to look at my possession.'

"W-why are you doing this to me?! I have done nothing wrong! mio Dio" He said in a wheezy voice.

"Done nothing wrong?" I laughed. "Remember when you raped your fifteen years old maid ten years ago? Or when you tied that waitress and beat her to death two months later? That had been so long ago... but maybe you still remember that you love stalking young women, especially the bitchy ones, raping them and killing them afterwards. I'm even wondering why my Helena caught your attention. She's far from being a slut." I drawled.

"She embarrassed me in front of all those people earlier!" He shouted.

"I don't give a damn about your embarrassment, vecchio uomo ." I spat. "What I care about is that you tried to steal what is mine and I am going to punish you for it."

"I am going to start with your dirty little fingers that tried to leave their marks on my precious darling's skin." I took out my rustiest butcher knife and waved it in front of his bloody face.

"no no no, diavolo, no !!!!" He screamed and trashed as I raised my knife and chopped out his left pinkie finger. I laughed when he passed out after seeing his little finger fall to ground. 'Such a weakling... And he calls himself a boss.' I thought with distaste.

Anyway, I proceed on chopping off his ring finger and that was how he screamed awake. I ruthlessly cut off all his fingers one by one while he screamed, begged and whimpered for help.

He is already whimpering like a dog when I cut off his last finger and I grinned as I wagged my rusty butcher's knife on his face once more. "Now let us see what can we take away from you next." I grinned as I spotted his tiny d**k.

He renewed his struggles once again when he saw what I am aiming for with my knife.

(Third Person's POV)

"And for the breaking news,Italian businessman and philanthropist Piedro Constantino found tortured to death on a warehouse near the southern shores in Brooklyn earlier today. Officer Joel Adams from the Southshore police department is here to give his statement about the said gruesome death." The newscaster, a brunette woman in her forties asked a black policeman. They are currently standing in front of the warehouse where Helena had been brought to around just last night. It is only seven in the morning yet many people are already crowding around the abandoned warehouse.

"The only clue that we found is a stalk of Lavender and a small parchment paper that says

'You know who I am, my darling little kitten.'

We are betting that only a psychopath can do this crime and that somehow, he or she did this for someone. Only a murderer can beat, pour acid and cut off a human's fingers and privates one by one. He even stuffed the man's p***s on his own mouth and wrote the words benvenuto all'inferno on the floor using the poor man's own blood. Like he is welcoming signore Constantino to hell. Also, the victim's left eye is still missing and it appears that the suspect brought it. The victim died approximately at two o'clock this morning due to lost of blood. We are still investigating for further clues. Maybe the letter can help so we brought it to the office to check for fingerprints."

Helena immediately turned off her television when she saw the news that morning. She shivered when she realized that probably, Luke already made his move. 'God.. How can he ruthlessly kill people?' She closed her yes tightly and prayed so hard for him to get caught.

"Helena?" A knock on the door and Tamara's worried voice called her.

"Yes?" She tried to sound jolly as though she haven't known the news yet.

"It's about your friend Lucas. The one that saved you yesterday... Well, he was a victim of hit and run. The hospital found that this place is the last number that he called while inside his car. He is driving home bound but he went out because his wheel is shot and that was when he was run over by an unknown vehicle. It was around eleven o'clock when he was found lying on the sidewalk. Unconscious and barely breathing."

"Oh my God." my mouth fell open. If Luke is not the murderer, then who?

"I want to see him."

(Someone's POV)

"Hey sister!" I greeted Delilah when I entered her pent house.

"Hey! I'm glad to finally see you." She grinned while holding a glass of wine on one hand and a cigarette on other.

"It's only seven in the morning." I commented.

"I'm stressed out." She just said. "I heard the news." She said and grinned. "You work real good."

"Where's Helena?" I asked.

"Probably on her room. I don't know." She shrugged. "Why? Do you wanna see her?"

"No need to. I'm sure she will even voluntarily go back to Jacksonville herself. I just passed by to see my sister whom I haven't seen for ages."

(Helena's POV)

I and Tamara are about to go use the elevator when somebody came out of Aunt Del's private one. A man- I'm not sure because he was wearing shades, a bonnet and scarf- looked at me and grinned maliciously. He seemed to be oddly familiar but I can't tell.

I felt goosebumps rise on my neck and I shivered. Who was that?

(Somebody's POV)

She is afraid of me. I know that look. Somehow, she knows that she should be and I like that. I relished on the feeling of being feared by her. The woman that I hated and lusted for at the same time. "Just wait for me, darling Helena...." I muttered as I walked towards her room and opened it. It's a good thing that she went out. I hate to knock and just leave my gift to her on the hallway. I lay the small box on the middle of her bed along with a small note. I am sure that tomorrow, she's already back in my arms.