Chapter 17:PUNISHMENT ROOM
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Kira's POV
“Fvck!” I ruffled out a cuss and slammed the door shut immediately after I stepped into my room. The anger surged from within me, those guards would definitely get their punishment but first, I needed to deal with those lunatics who thought they could come into my home and point guns at me.
I am Kira, this is my territory, no one comes to threaten me let alone in my territory.
I made my way into the bathroom and took a quick shower before wearing a different attire, the red nightgown now dumped among the other dirty clothes.
The real battle had just begun because I wasn't going to let whosoever sent these gunmen into my house go free. One of them had clearly said they had been instructed not to take me for granted. A very good heads-up; they still did though.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I packed my hair into a tight pony causing my face to be more revealed. I wore black shorts that ended at my thighs and wore a black spaghetti hand top. With no makeup and no jewelry, I bolted out of my room. Back to the living room where those idiots had lined up waiting for me.
The living room was so silent, the only sound one could hear was the sound of the clock but soon they'll be hearing the sounds of bones breaking too.
Although only the guards were standing at the center of the living room, I could sense that there were some people hiding behind the pillars and closed doors. They want to watch… I'll make sure they enjoy the show. Because whosoever sent the gunmen were amongst them.
“Grab me a chair” I ordered and almost all of them were rushing to go get a chair for me. I rolled my eyes at their actions because whatever they do, they'll still get punished.
A chair was brought to me at full speed,
“Tell me what happened just now”
All of a sudden, they had turned into statues, no one was moving or talking anymore.
“What? No one wants to talk?” I asked before adding, “Listen, I don't have much time here,”
I drew out the gun from behind, once covered by my black top,
“You do know that I have some people I need to interview, right?” Yes, I was referring to the gunmen I needed to question.
“So you all better respond before I blow your brains out and don't think I can't do that. I'll do it and replace you in a twinkle of an eye. Now, what the hell just happened?”
And as if a dam broke, everyone began to speak at the same time, causing me to scowl,
“Shut up!” I commanded.
Looking at all of them one after the other, I got up from the chair and ambled towards the chief guard. As much as I wanted to deal with them, I had other things to do in the punishment room. My guests are waiting
I stood in front of the chief guard and spoke softly for him alone to hear,
“There are traitors in our midst, fish them out before midnight.” My voice lower and deeper, I added, “If you're among them, escape before I find out myself. Your death won't be so pleasing to the eyes and ears”
I strolled past them to the punishment room where those hoodlums were. As I walked, I hummed a song knowing that they weren't leaving this building alive whether they exposed who had sent them or not. Coming to disrupt my peaceful breakfast was one hell of a mistake, and then actually pulling the trigger meant that a bullet must pass through their heart.
The punishment room was made of cold, unyielding metal, giving the impression of a high-security prison. Unlike a prison, which might serve as a rehabilitation center, this place was purely a torture chamber, where the chances of dying were a grim certainty. Threats to my life would not be forgiven.
Upon entering the room, I saw the four survivors lying on the ground. The moment they spotted me, they struggled to their feet, fear evident in their eyes. Guards stood by the door, while two accompanied me inside.
I dragged a metal chair across the floor, the screeching noise echoing through the quiet room. Positioning the chair backward, I sat with my stomach against the backrest, legs splayed on either side.
“You wanna tell me who sent you like good boys, or should we do it the hard way?” I c****d my head with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes.
Silence.
I gestured to one of the guards. “Get me that,” I said, pointing to a bag just outside the cell. The guard retrieved it promptly.
“You sure you don’t wanna talk? Remember, you were told not to underestimate me.” I smiled as I took the bag from the guard. Opening it, I pulled out four iron rings, larger than typical rings, and slipped them onto my fingers, except the thumb.
An evil smirk played on my lips as I stood up. “You know, there are a lot of people who want me dead. Very many.” I paused, walking slowly towards them. “So whether you spit it out or not, I’ll still make sure they all meet their ends.” I threw a punch at the one who seemed to be the second in command, the leader already having met a rat’s death at my hands.
Blood gushed from his mouth, and he spat it out defiantly. “You won’t get anything from us.”
“Really now?” A chuckle escaped my lips at his words. Throwing another punch, this time close to his left eye, I demanded again, “You sure you don’t wanna let me know?”
“You can go to hell!” He coughed out blood, and I laughed out loud, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spines of those who heard it.
“I've said it before, I am Hell”
“f***k YOU!” He cussed as I delivered another punch.
"Wrong answer," I said, my voice low and menacing. "You see, I enjoy this part. The part where I get to be creative, since you don't like being good boys, momma's gonna gonna teach you."
Signaling one of the guards, I ordered,
“Go get me my little kitty.”
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